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I came of age in an era when tumbling into bed with the occasional stranger was not unusual or scorned. We were far from home, exploring the bounds of sexuality, and didn’t worry much about transmittable diseases. Ah, the simplicity of youth! These days, I’ve accumulated a laundry list of requirements and it would take a lot more than a few movies or a museum visit (like my last date) to win me over. Is that a sign of progress, or not?