His entire sex education was two words: wrap it up.

Hers was her mom begging her not to, and a stack of terrifying articles left out on the kitchen island.

Twenty-five years later, over an anniversary dinner, one of us asked the other: is it better now than it was in our 20s?

The answer came before the question was finished.

He took it to a room full of his friends afterward. They were baffled. They wanted to know how — and the reason they guessed wasn't it.

Pull up a chair.