Anatomy Of A Seduction

September, 1992

I can remember in sixth grade an afternoon date with Joanne. I wanted to kiss her, but it took me hours to work my hand from my side to her shoulder. When it got there, the doorbell rang. My parents had arrived to pick me up. As we all stood by the door saying goodbye, her dog rushed up, and she gave it a kiss. Oh, for puppy love.I was too young to know that I was just the latest casualty of the traditional system of seduction, in which men are responsible for taking the sexual initiative and wo...