[Prudence]

The summer I was 15 I went to church camp. All of us good little wholeseome souls -- then I spotted the one tall, skinny, long-haired guy with the AC/DC t-shirt. I made it my mission for the week to land my first boyfriend. No one was more suprised than me that my plan actually worked. Every choreographed hair toss and eyelash flutter, every witty bon mot, they all landed with unerring aim. Including the time by Thursday of that week where we were all hanging out on the big cargo net and I "got upset" about some fabricated something or other and dramatically exited toward my cabin to see if he would follow to check up on me. Which of course he did. Because even then I always got my man. The last night we both snuck out of our cabins and spent the whole night making out in the girls shower house.

(It wasn't summer, but I picked up boyfriend number two at a church youth conference.)

I honed these talents over the suceeding years until my major triumph the summer I was 24, when I picked up a biker in a bar. I am living proof that it ain't what you got, y'all, it's how you use it.