OF all the places I felt sure Iâd never go, Planned Parenthood topped the list. Because, you know, they perform abortions and give condoms to kids, or so Iâd been warned. Yet one spring afternoon found me in its waiting room next to a teenage girl, who was clearly perplexed by the intake form and likely bound for an uncomfortable, humiliating four minutes in the back of a borrowed Chevy Chevelle.But what did I know? I was a 35-year-old virgin, preparing for my own âfirst time,â which, incidentally, didnât happen until I was well into 36.
I was not frigid, fearful or socially inept. Not overweight or unattractive. Didnât suffer from halitosis or social anxiety disorder. I was a practicing Mormon, and Mormons âwaitâ until marriage...
If, like me, you were distracted this weekend by other sections of the newspaper, you should go back and give Hardy's story a read. It's really good.