Like most young men, I wasted years of my life obsessed with small waists and small asses.  It wasn’t until I was in my mid-twenties that I learned to appreciate a woman with curves. Unfortunately, the woman I appreciated was off the market. Jennifer and I met online on a blogging site.  The idea seems absurd today, but this was 2004 and the whole world wasn’t on the internet yet.  It was easy for people in their twenties...

“Why don’t we meet at a hotel?” I asked Jennifer. It was a weeknight and we were talking on the phone. Her husband was at work.  He was going out of town on a fishing trip in a few days. After months of flirting and trying to deny the attraction between us, Jennifer had given in to temptation.  She wanted to spend the night with me. “A hotel?” she asked. “That seems so cheap and cliche.” “I don’t mean the Holiday Inn up t...