I pushed through the partying crowd and stepped out into the screened porch at the entrance to Bob's place. A refreshingly cool breeze blew in through the screens. I smiled, hoping that the breeze might somehow blow me an answer to my burning question: Who would be my first subject?
As if on cue, I heard a resounding knocking at the entry door. Since I was nearby, I answered it, and was delighted to see Jason, an exceptionally tall graphic designer who I'd met at a gay bar just a few days ago. As soon as I saw Jason, I knew that he was my man. Jason was a stranger to everyone but me, so he'd be perfect for my test.
"Come on in, big guy!"
"Oh hi, Doug, it's you," Jason smiled down as he recognized me, hesitating a moment before entering the porch. "Are you sure it's OK for me to come? I don't even know the host, uh, Bob.."
"Don't worry about it! Come on in."
I'd have to move quickly. As Jason ducked slightly to enter through the doorway, I reached into my left pocket and felt for the microtransponder, a device backed in velcro that would stick to anything -- or anyone -- I placed it on. Got it!
"Don't worry, big guy. You're sure to be a hit!" I slapped him reassuringly on the back, planting the transponder in the process. "I'd even venture to say you might even create a small sensation!"
"Alright, alright. No size jokes please," Jason grunted.
"Just kidding you, big guy."
I couldn't help but marvel at Jason's size: He was even larger than I'd remembered -- at least 6'8" or 6'9", possibly taller. Although Jason had only a medium build, his prodigious height made him a very impressive man.