Mr. Ed

I met Mr. Ed in the latter half of 2008. He worked as a security guard in my office building. Every evening after work, we would exchange a few words before I headed home. We became fast friends and after several weeks of the same routine, Mr. Ed asked me out on a date. I told Mr. Ed that 2007 had been a hard year for me and that after two consecutive heartbreaks, I wasn't ready for anything serious. Mr. Ed seemed to understand. He said he would give me all the space necessary but also vowed to win me over.

We dated casually for several weeks and spoke to each other over the phone almost daily. On Valentine's Day, Mr. Ed took me to the Grand Lux Café and we had a wonderful dinner. Back at his apartment, I decided to take our relationship to the next level. I pulled him close, kissed his lips, and unbuttoned his shirt. Things were going well until Mr. Ed suddenly lost his erection.

I knew that Mr. Ed had been out of practice for a while and that he was also tremendously nervous. I wasn't mean. I wasn't judgmental. I just wanted to try again. Subsequent attempts over the next few weeks however, revealed that Mr. Ed suffered not from nerves but from Erectile Dysfunction.

At first, I was unwilling to give Mr. Ed another chance. Not only did I not want to be in a serious relationship, but now I had to deal with a man suffering from Erectile Dysfunction and all his baggage. Mr. Ed was a nice guy though and while I had always made sex the deal breaker in the past, I took this as a sign that it was time to focus on other aspects of a relationship and tried to make things work. Our sexual incompatibility however, loomed ominously over our entire relationship, and it soon became the basis for more divisive arguments.