When Linda and I got together, I didn’t actually know Linda.

In fact, when Linda and I first got together, Linda went by Larry, and he was one of the most stereotypically macho men I’d ever dated. He worked in construction, loved grilling and eating meat, and always had a five-o’clock shadow and dirt under his nails. As far as I knew, the only time he had contact with women’s lingerie was when he was ripping it off of whichever woman he was bedding on a given night. But when we became exclusive, things changed.

The first hint I got of Linda was when Larry invited me to spend the weekend with him at his cabin in the country. When we were showering together, I noticed that all the toiletries were very feminine — floral-scented soaps and shampoos, pink women’s razors and exotic... Read More