I knew what was happening. She wasn’t as slick as she thought she was. But why didn’t I say something? Why didn’t I put a stop to what was going on?
It all started about Labor Day. Well, that’s not true. It started much sooner than that. Years before. Decades before. I just never offered up so little resistance as I did this time. I probably should have known better, and I did of course, know better, but I went along with it anyway.
We all battle the bulge sometimes. I did too. Not in the same way as most people. Sure, I wanted to keep my weight down, but only for outward appearances. Inside, I wanted to be as big as a house. I experimented with a little weight gain over the years, just to see. I found that I liked it and it scared me.
I was always pretty thin. At around 25 I started to deliberately date women who liked bigger guys, just so I could let myself g