When I was a young lad, back in the Late Pleistocene era some time or other, I always aspired to invite a young lady to my apartment to see my etchings. There was just one problem, though. . .

I had etchings! I would have confused the poor young lady no end!

Back then, too, I took up the guitar and folk songs to attract and entertain girls. But I learned, to my woe, that when your arms are around a guitar they aren't around the girl! And I was so ignorant I didn't know how to make the transition with any degree of smoothness.

Dave Oesterreich