Okay, I have an admission to make. When I was 25 and recently separated from my first wife, (ninety two pounds if I recall correctly, days after having our first daughter), a friend told me she knew a girl who wanted to get with me. Being 25 and lonely I said WTF. Turns out she was a butterbeast in the first degree and my friend was only joking about my getting with her. Well, again, being 25 and just a little dumber than I am now, I took her to my house. First and only time in my life I could not perform with a "woman". The smell was so god awful I had to get out of there. It was very traumatic. My Dad would've called it a learning experience if I told him but how could I, he would've laughed me out of the family!