Sex...(or lack thereof)

Okay, this blog gets a little personal so those of you with weak stomachs may want to change the channel.
When it came to sex, I was societally stunted due to my perceived low self worth. When you grow up with body issues since 4 years old, you tend to not get into the dating scene as much as your peers. I had several "girlfriends" when I was in my preteens, but only the holding hands kind. My first love was at 7 years old with a girl named Shelby Hartzel. A tall girl who never went anywhere without rollerskating there. I can't hear the song "Brand new key" from the 70's without thinking of her.
Then there was Denise Soufrine, whom I gave several rings to when I was 10. She left me because I didn't want us to sit together on the school bus for fear of being discovered. You know how that goes.
And then there was Melanie Kaufman. I met her at fat camp (see earlier blog). She was my first real semi sexual experience, other than myself. Nothing major, just some heavy petting and such.
And then....nothing. I was a social leper when it came to girls. Never went to any of the proms, went to one dance where my only contribution was to get the DJ to play the flip side of  Boz Scagg's hit "Lido Shuffle". It was the future hit "We're all alone" that I thought would make a great slow jam to dance to.  I was right. Everyone slow danced...except me. It got so bad dating wise that my mom thought I was gay because I never brought girls home or went out. One day, a girl at school that I was friends with took pity on me and came over the house. We were making out on the couch when my mom came home and caught us. I imagine the call to my dad went something like this, "Morton! I just got home and YOUR son was with a girl on OUR couch! I am so mad...oh thank God! I just realized...OUR son had a girl here! Woohoo!"
In my early 20's, I  had 2 dates with a girl I met in a record shop. We were going pretty good until the third date when she told me she was a lesbian. Now, there are several different ways of looking at this. One could think she told me that because she didn't want to continue any further. Very possible. She could have been telling the truth and she didn't want to hurt my feelings and maybe she liked me enough to make herself second guess what she wanted. Nice to believe but probably not the case. The there is the 3rd alternative... that I turned her gay. My mind tends to believe that one.
After that, life in the dating world of Scott Dorfman was barren and bleak. I was by no means the 40 year old virgin, but I got pretty close. I was in a few skirmishes but never in an actual firefight until after I moved to Los Angeles. I was 25 when I moved from CT to CA but it wasn't until almost 10 years later that I got sent to the front and saw some real action. All because of my weight. More on this in the next blog.