I would look up to see the disappointment in the face of my wanting partner. I could never handle the pressure to perform. I’d drip sweat and feel my rapid heartbeat. Then I would look down and still see no progress. “Is something wrong? She would finally say. How many times did I have to hear that? Until writing this book, I didn’t understand what indeed was wrong. I couldn’t comprehend why every intimate experience felt so brief and rushed. It was through these experiences that I connected my premature encounters to a traumatic memory from my childhood.