Gosh, I wrote a whole novel about my sex life.
I lost mine to a hooker on Santa Monica Blvd. at the age of 21. The ad for the “massage parlor” they called them back then offered a “free record album”. To this day, I call that my $100.00 record. (It was by the band Rhinosceros and I still have it, although not my virginity.) Then I discovered free love and flower power.
It was all downhill from there.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool