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slept with?” I asked.
    He paused.
    “No. I had sex once before with some girl in high school.”
    Not your typical guy.
    “What about you?” he said.
    “What about me?”
    “How old were you when you first had sex?”
    “Sixteen. It was Martin Luther King Day. We had no school that day so I told my parents I was going ice-skating. I came back that night with my ice skates over my shoulder, no longer a virgin, and told them how much fun I had ice skating.” “Who was the lucky guy?” Len asked.
    “Tommy, my high school boyfriend, captain of the basketball team. I was the captain of the cheerleaders.”
    Len looked around the theatre for a moment.
    “So how many men have you slept with since Jake died?”
    “Two.” I said. “And you? How many women have you slept with since Judy died?”
    “One.” He looked at me to see my reaction. “Judy and I never had sex from the day she was diagnosed. I couldn’t take it anymore. My best friend gave me the name of a woman in Birmingham I could sleep with about a month after Judy died.”
    “You flew to Birmingham to have sex?”
    Sex in Birmingham meant that no one in New York or New Jersey, other than his best friend, would know that Len had sex with another woman one month after the funeral.
    “Her husband had prostate cancer and is impotent. She hadn’t had sex in years. We stayed in a hotel for the weekend.”
    I was trying to digest the news when Len interrupted.
    “Seems like you had a good marriage. Is Jake on a pedestal?” he asked.
    “We did have a good marriage but I don’t think he’s on a pedestal. He was just a good guy. Only once in all of the time I knew him, I heard him lose it. A month after we met he asked me to marry him and after I finally agreed, he called his mother. She argued against it and I heard him tell her ‘Then fuck you. Don’t come to the wedding.’ I was stunned and I never heard him swear again after that.”
    “You must have been worth it to him,” Len chuckled.
    The room at The Madisons seemed hardly fitting for the romantic evening ahead. It was not small but decorated in forest green. The forest green rug, bedspread, pillow shams and curtains had witnessed far too many years and looked tired and worn after servicing so many guests. The room felt so dreary that when Len drew the curtains, we left the glistening lights and excitement of Manhattan at night behind.
    Our first attempts at intimacy seemed terribly awkward. Len had brought his pajamas.
    “You won’t be needing those,” I said and proceeded to undress him.
    He was wearing white baggy Jockey underwear, the kind Ben had stopped using at six years old, and on Len’s short legs it looked like a diaper. Boxers would have to be discussed. He seemed embarrassed.
    “Judy and I only made love a handful of times each year,” he said.
    Some women might have found his inexperience in seducing a woman charming. Len was almost virginal.
    His legs looked short and exceedingly muscular, a vestige of the years of playing catcher in college baseball. His belly protruded like the typical middle-aged man, but his arms had some definition. This was a body you had to learn to love.
    If Len had approached me wearing shorts and a t-shirt at my gym, I would have taken one look at him and run the other way. But something about him had me in a hotel room naked. Either I wasn’t so shallow as to care about Len’s looks, or the seductive charms of his world now blinded me to this man’s unappealing appearance.
    We rolled around in the bed for the longest time, kissing and hugging and playing with each other but going nowhere. Obviously, he didn’t have a clue. Finally, I took his rather erect penis and put it inside of me. He came quickly and that was it.
    “I guess we should have used birth control,” I said, completely unsatisfied.
    “What for? We didn’t have sex.”
    I looked at him.
    “I wasn’t inside you. What’s the problem?” he asked.
    “Of course you were. I