Chris was a tall-toothed kind of guy. He lived in a trailer park at the edge of town. The smell of Krystal Burger wafted through his windows until early in the morning and whenever he had a date the woman would refuse a second. Women have a better sense of smell than men do, and Chris’s clothes always hinted faintly of french fries. He had bad luck with women, that is, until he met Linda. Chris and his friend Dave would have beers at Tom’s Pub on Lincoln Avenue every Thursday night and one night Dave leaned over and pointed across the street to the strip mall. “You see that?” he said waving his finger. Chris couldn’t tell what Dave was pointing at. In between the Family Dollar and the Burger Barn stood Linda, wearing a loose dress down to her knees and an ill-fitting sweater. “A great place to meet vulnerable women. Weight Watchers.” Dave stated. Linda vanished into the door of the Weight Watchers, ducking her head low as if to avoid being noticed. But Chris had noticed her and when Dave got up to leave, Chris made an excuse that he had some errands to run and headed the opposite direction. Chris walked half a block and when he knew Dave had driven away he turned around and walked to the entrance of the Family Dollar. He stood outside by the clearance bins, perusing the generic shower gels and expired Keebler crackers and he waited. He waited until he saw Linda come out of the door of the Weight Watchers, then he walked by her and smiled, said Howdy. And that’s how it all began. Chris was happy and Linda was happy. She never told Chris, but the only reason she said yes to that first date was because he smelled faintly of french fries. Linda loved that about him.