I notice you more in the summer months on account of it being hot and boys are wearing shorts. What stands out to me is the two extremes: really, really skinny calves and gigantic calves.
When I see the skinny calf, I wonder how anyone could possibly call them calves because there are only bones. There are no muscles there and I think that were my legs to touch those skinny-calf legs, the boy skinny calves would be crushed, and then I would have to drag him around to wherever else we might need to go.
My thought on the gigantic ones is, how in the world are you walking around on those things? Do you wince in pain when going up the stairs? Do you cry when you realize you must lift the calves and walk around but since you are a dude you choke on the tears and chest bump yourself into a wall, screaming: "C'mon calves! We can do this! We're gonna walk. Bring it, calves! BRING IT!!!" In short, they look painful and also intimidating.
Finally, calf and its plural are weird words to say. Go ahead, say them. Weird, right?
Love,
me
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