I was living in Anchorage, Alaska at the time and was going through a dry spell. I had recently broken up with a girlfriend I had been with for a yea.... In the time I had broken up with her, I had been using random dating sites to meet women. Most of the time they ended up being a lot bigger than their photos led me to believe. Needless to say I ended up becoming friends with a few of these girls but never did anything more with them. One of these girls was named Jamie. She was a chubby. Then, someone was standing in front of her. It was Coach McKinley. He asked her if she’d like to dance. WTF? The guy was at least fifty. He reached out and caught her hand, pulled her up to her feet. Come on, he said, I’m a great dancer. He wasn’t joking. He must have learned to dance during World War II, Caitlyn thought. Foxtrot, quickstep, all that shit. He had his arm around her waist like a gentleman. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.Then the music changed to a slow song. He still kept. The others don’t have that.”“Then maybe I wear that one when I’m sleeping or when you’re going to be available,” I said. “I can wear the other one when nobody is here to help me. I don’t ever want to be the reason you don’t do something you want to do. OK?”“And you aren’t,” Liz insisted.“Uh-huh,” I said with clear skepticism. “So you didn’t just offer to change your plans today?”Liz covered her eyes and lowered her chin to her chest.“You can’t be here by yourself and still do your therapy,” Liz. . One morning my loving Victor had flown out of town and I was too horny.When the garbage truck came in, I shouted to Jimmy that I needed some help to take outside the old dish washer machine.He smiled to me and asked his mates to drive around the corner and come back and pick him up as he was going to help me. We walk to the back yard where he picked up the heavy machine and then carried it outside to the street.Then I offered him a glass of water. He was sweating too much and being so close.