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198 pages, Paperback
First published April 2, 2012

"We ended up at my crummy separated-person's studio apartment in downtown Palo Alto, where we pulled down the crummy separated-person's wall bed and did the deed. For me, the experience was transcendental. It was like watching The Wizard of Oz after a steady diet of black-and-white movies. For her, it was probably not much more than a convenient way to kill an evening. While she was getting dressed, tugging on her stockings as if she were Mrs. Robinson, I blurted out something Benjamin Braddock-like about how special it had been and how I hoped I would be seeing her again soon."
"In my late twenties, I waged a bitter struggle for the affections of a belly dancer named Lotta. This "Battle of Lotta" cost more time, money, and self-respect than any crusade for companionship from the opposite sex that I've undertaken before or since. Reflecting on it now with my fifty-two-year-old brain--and my fifty-two-year-old libido--it's hard to characterize the battle as anything other than a pointless, idiotic conflict. I'd like to reach back to 1987, grab hold of my younger self, and demand, 'What were you thinking?'"