The Real Truth about Sex and Love – A Groundhog Day Story

Groundhog Day and sex  are not a natural pairing in anyone’s mind, except mine. This story starts with my sex education, which can be summed up in six words: “DON’T EVER LET ANYONE TOUCH YOU!” I never got a sweet book explaining the birds and bees, or a little pink kit with everything I would need to become a woman. No. From the time I was about five years old, all I remember my Italian mom saying, very emphatically, was “DON’D A AVER LET A ANYONE A TOUCH A YOU!” It was the early ’60s — things were different then. A girl had her reputation to worry about. Nice girls didn’t, bad girls did, period. (Just watch the movie, A Summer Place, if you don’t believe me.) My mom knew she’d only have my childhood years to convince me men were lechers, who’d be all over me any minute. Once I hit puberty, she figured all bets were off. I understood her concern, I had some cute moments from three to six, so abduction was possible. But once those permanent teeth came in I looked in the mirror and figured boys weren’t going to be a problem. Then I hit … Continue reading The Real Truth about Sex and Love – A Groundhog Day Story