I realized the other day that only one out of seven of my official ex-boyfriends, the very first one, had more relationship experience than I had at the time we went out. I feel as if, since the first guy, I've just been a de-flowering machine, a show-him-the-ropes act...

Maybe that's why I've never been swept off my feet.

But I don't know what I'm missing, so I don't really care...

...or do I?