Last night at dinner I discovered that my daughter and her peers no longer use the terms "1st base" - "2nd base" - etc. to describe the extent to which the boy (of their dreams) was able to show his affection. No more anxious whispers of "Didja let him get to second?" in the girls' room in the morning. Or giggling over whether you would allow third base in exchange for his class ring to wear around your neck on a piece of embroidery floss.
Flabbergasted, I asked what terms the girls did use. With a a shrug of her shoulders and a look that said I was about as intelligent as a drooling dachshund, she replied, "We just say 'Did you let him touch your boob?'" Duh.
I maintain that fooling around loses some of its mystique without being couched in euphemisms. Losing mystique may make it less appealing in theory, but most of us can (at least vaguely) remember the raging hormones of adolescence and know that with or without mystique, the thrill of a grope is still there.
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