I was talking to a friend a few years ago about past romantic experiences, and I said something about having once been "head-over-heels-can't-eat-can't-sleep infatuated" for a boy down the street. He looked at me wisely (being about 12 years my senior), and said, "You'll be happy to know that when you get older, you won't have to worry about those feelings any more." He was being serious. He thought them a nuisance.

I looked at him aghast and promptly replied that I hoped never to lose those feelings, or the ability to feel them.

And that's all I have to say about that right now. More later.