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August 21, 2007
I was listening to Dr Hook (a guilty pleasure) earlier today, and it started me thinking. Reminiscing, really.

A couple of the songs took me back to the seventies, to the days when I was young and a little wild, and could tumble into bed with someone for friendship or for fun, without strings or regrets.

Even then, I was a romantic. I was enchanted by the idea of the amorous encounter with a tender stranger, the parting at dawn with a sweet and sated kiss.

Ah, those innocent (yes, innocent, the word fits) days. I'm glad I had them.