Family

Amanda and Rick, my parents, said that if I met a nice girl, who I really cared about, then yes, I was allowed to bring her home and sleep with her. That was pretty much the sex talk.

Girls I'd met the night before certainly didn’t qualify.

There was never an age prescribed, other than the girl had to be old enough that her parents wouldn't arrive on the doorstep and demand to know why my parents were allowing their son to screw their daughter. She had to be her own person like that, only answerable to herself for her decisions.

In other words, come from a family of sane people and not from a pack of religious wowsers – my words, not theirs.

I think it is healthy. Teenagers should be encouraged to screw each other in the safety of their family home. That way they learn about life, they learn about each other in a safe and controlled environment.

But, I never did. Was that because I slept with boys? Do parents worry about someone else's son screwing their son? Maybe they do? Does it come into their heads? Some, I am sure it does, but then they probably wouldn’t be worried?

I always wished I'd been brave enough to bring a boy home. Who knows what they may have said?

Happy Valentine’s Day.