Every now and then, if you’re lucky, you’ll find yourself in a sexually charged situation so cinematic it makes you feel like you might be in a movie. The first time it happened to me was when the blonde, lithe, former volleyball player I was dating at the time was laying on the bed of my small New York apartment, beckoning me in a black lace thong, her finger and silhouette lit only by the moon. I wondered for a second, how a chubby guy like me ended up in a scene from a movie I would’ve jerked off to when I was younger. A new bar was set. I came to her and we came together, on each other.