It’s not a great deal of fun to be a fat boy in a world of athletic men and older, perfect women. In dreams, of course, you meet a girl and she’s special and you know it, so you train up. You go to practice with the football team, you run. It’s like the scene from Rocky . You box and you learn and soon enough you’re the Karate Kid, long limbs and the promise of a man’s body, and you get lucky. The special girl decides that she’s going to educate this boy in the ways of sex. She makes love to you, teaches you. You fall in love, fall out of love, and you part. It’s coming of age the way it never is, without the fear and the emotional train wrecks.