Well, people have different experiences, but I don't think one has to be consumed by jealousy because they once had sex. And friendships come and go without the benefit of sexual fun anyway, and for less worthy reasons. I didn't get the impression there was a great deep friendship at stake. There's always a chance someone who seems like a fruitcake is more interesting than you expect, and if not, well.

I'll take the minority position. My grandmother can't stand to see food go to waste. You can't take her out to eat, she complains they bring to much, we'll never eat all that, gets intrusive with people at other tables, it's impossible.

   I didn't live through the depression, but there was puberty, and I hate to see people not sleeping with each other. It seems like a waste of our natural resources. I get intrusive, too, like Mamaw, I'll be asking guys Aren't you gonna eat that? Come on now.