Sending a dick pic.
Until the last decade or so, the whole process required careful planning and effort. It wasn't as easy as snapping a pic from your phone and messaging it to the person with whom you were infatuated. No, you had to use actual film that needed developing. Since most people didn't have ready access to a photo lab, the Polaroid camera was the go-to method for penis photography. Simply fluff up your manhood and snap away. Within a minute or two, you had yourself a dick pic. It was so easy, even a cave man could do it.
But that only scratches the surface of the Polaroid dick pic possibilities.
Once the basics had been mastered, you could move on to more advanced techniques. Personally, I found that a little soft candle light and some contextual produce (like miniature bananas and baby corn) made my wang look less like Crispin Glover and more like Danny Glover (if I beat it too much, it turned The Color Purple). Sometimes, I would even raid my sisters makeup stockpile and apply a little foundation and maybe some blush to make my erection look its best.
All this was just one part of the routine, however.
Actually delivering the photograph to its intended recipient required patience and tact. Conventional wisdom would have you think that merely tracking down your target and handing them the picture would be the best delivery method. This would be a mistake.
The thing is, you just didn't know what kind of reaction they'd have to your erection. The possibilites vary greatly and really depend a lot upon the person themselves. It could be anything from mild interest (good) to moderate arrousal (gooder) to tears (bad) to anger (badder) to laughter (worst) to hunger (?). This is why mailing the picture(s) was the way to go.
Unfortunately, mailing could be an issue, as well.
The main problem was that the object of your lustful advances might not be the one to take delivery of your package. Mailed envelopes aren't password protected, after all. It was pretty common for a dick pic meant for Jill to be opened by Jill's large-breasted albeit nosy mother, Beverly. Beverly would then show it to her husband, Francis, who might then take it back to the father of the person who sent it in the first place. That person's father might then take away my Super Nintendo for a month.
What about snail mail, you ask? Cheap, but risky. FedEx, UPS, and bike messengers were the same and cost prohibitive to boot. So what's a teenager of the 1990's to do?
Through trial and error, I came up with my own delivery method. Using stealth and dexterity (and a set of stolen house keys), I would sneak into my target's bedroom and - while they slept - place the photos in a spot where only they would see them. Maybe the back of their bedroom door. Maybe in the mirror of their bathroom (if they had their own). That way, they wake up and bam! -- they're face to penis with Private First Class Richard D. Thrombonis. And believe me, that's an image that will likely linger in memory for a good long while.
Now, I'll be honest with you. This technique will probably earn you a restraining order. But it's worth it. This shows the young lady that you're serious about her seeing your noodle.
And that's what today's youths will never fully appreciate about being a teen in the 90's.