Not Very Good Sex, Lies Upon Lies and No Videotape
AKA: My recent encounter with an apparent sociopath from my past.
Most of us, I think, remember fondly our “first loves” — those “puppy dog” type crushes that are uniquely innocent as a teenager, or in my own instance, at the age of 17. And yes, I am well aware of the Stevie Nicks song “Edge of Seventeen” and yes, dear Stevie perfectly captured the essence of that age.
For me, the “Edge of Seventeen” was someone who had been a quarterback in his high school, and for me, as a ballet dancer. I knew nothing about football…