It started as a joke at the Superdome.

My boyfriend, Mark, and the two season-ticket holders who sit next to him spend more time watching women than they do watching the game. One game day, when Mark had gone to the restroom, I was kidding Carlo about the different kinds of women he liked. He said he liked them tall and thin, then asked me what kind I liked. I laughed and said that I didn’t like them trashy. We played a game picking one out for a threesome. Once he pointed out a really cute woman, about 25, tall, with long dark hair and a great ass. I laughed and said, “Yes, that’s the one.”

Mark came back, so we quit. But every now and then a woman would walk past and Carlo and I would share a secret smile. The game ended and the Saints lost, a heartbreaker. Carlo and his friend left,... Read More