I feel sorry for teenagers today. Things seemed so much simpler in my day, before men and women apparently decided they hated each other.

You went to the local dance, met a cute fella, started dating and, after a few weeks or even months, decided whether you actually wanted to take the relationship any further. There was no worrying about whether he might be gay or, indeed, might actually be a woman, and certainly no expectation that sex should happen on the first date. You got to know someone first. Imagine that!