Swinging Through England
December, 1987
Not that this is really what the column is about, but 14 years ago, when I was a slip of a girl living in England, I fell (thud) in love and had my heart broken for the first time. Oh, it was awful; I was so seriously besotted, sure that my feelings were returned, and then it turned out that he was one of those guys who make girls fall for them just to see if they can do it. It was my first exposure to this virulent species of tick, and I've never totally recovered. In fact, we keep in touch, Jo...
