Oh, and one more interesting conversation of note:

Mum and Gramma were arguing over whether or not I am a freethinker. They were on different planes because Mum assumed freethinking was equivalent to openminded, and Gramma assumed it included all hippie-like qualities.
This is about the point at which my sixty-seven-year-old grandmother called me a prude. Mum and I had no choice but to agree.

I am going to be a virgin for the rest of my life

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