I’m not that heavy. I mean, seriously, the way Patricia was going on, you’d think I had packed on at least a 100 pounds since the summer ended. You’d also think she was much more into the domination thing than she’d let on — and you’d be correct. She’s easily the most fun of all the women I’ve dated, but when she gets on something — like me losing weight — she’s like a dog with a bone. She will not let up, and she won’t hesitate to leverage some of my, ahem, predilections for motivation. 

“How many steps did you do today?” she demanded the minute I walked in the door of our giant loft. She was on her elliptical, not looking at me, her long legs scissoring back and forth as her blonde ponytail bobbed.

I made a show of checking... Read More