With a head filled to overflowing with the romantic nonsense with which little girls are indoctrinated, I was, clearly, excessively dramatic, but it was obvious that boys of my age were swanning about as though they both performed and expected sex (which I didn’t really want to give them, but if I had to go that far so as not to be cast away like a sock full of holes, I guessed I would) at the expense of love. That’s precisely what every girl that age is warned of, and what’s expected of every boy. We deny them any emotions.
