Alone at that bar on my thirty-fifth birthday, I had to disagree with those magazines that claimed this was my sexual peak. Having a drink while I waited for the tow truck, about the last thing I expected to hear was someone offering to buy me another. I didn't need to turn to know he was drunk and desperate. The former was confirmed by the sound of the voice; the latter, by my appearance:
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