By the way - while I started this thread - I haven't told my "story" yet.

I was 24, she was 19. It was the first lady I ever kissed - in fact we first kissed just minutes prior to the "loosing"(intentional choice of term here). It was on our second date (not that I was aware that it was a date, let alone the second one). We were sitting on her couch after going to a george Carlin concert. We were talking about language and eventually she leaned over, and asked: "So are you going to spend the night, or what?"

Oddly enough, that was to be a pretty common way that I "found" a girlfriend.