No One Else Can Compare

When I was about nineteen, there was this guy behind me in a grocery check-out line that started pressing up against me as I leaned over to unload my groceries. This was in the day of those tight bell-bottoms, and I actually thought he was pressing a can of peas or corn up against me! When I got the courage to look back, I thought he must have something foreign in those pants. Anyway, I paid for my groceries and stood outside until he came out. He said, "Follow me," and we went behind the store. We actually got it on by the railroad tracks. I never knew his name or anything about him as I never saw him again in many more trips to that store that I took. I've been with many, many dudes since then, but have never seen anyone who could measure up to that guy.

— Franco, 60