I had nothing to do one afternoon and started browsing Backpage. I came across what looked like a short tatted-up biker chick. Not being of good standing in that community, I decided to try something out of my comfort zone. I like trying new things. A few calls later and I was standing at the doorway to her cluttered up motel room. There was a smell of cigarettes in the room (this was a bad omen of things to come). Fortunately, I don't believe in omens, and I waltzed right in. Here was a chunky (not fat at all), 40ish chick, who looked like she belonged with a motorcycle club (I am saying this in a good way). She looked like she had been around the block a few times and could well take care of me in ways I probably could not imagine. However, it was my dime calling the shots, so ... (I will most definitely repeat)