I keep going back to where it all began, dating in groups, no hanging out in bedrooms, dart from guys who give the wrong color roses and scantily clad women on their walls. I have to say, that last one is a lot easier thanks to social media. I no longer have to peek into their teenage bedrooms on the way to the bathroom to see if I am going to be measured against plastic perfection. Halleluah! We didn't talk much about virtues as a teenager, only rules. Now, I find myself an adult trying to play and obey the same rules I had 20 years ago, and this time actively trying to protect the fragile virtues carried by the daughter of a stripper and a playboy. I cannot say either were rock stars in these roles they passed down in blood, bones, and memory, yet these are behaviors I fight against, desire, curiosity, hunger. I hear myself in moments of temptation reminding myself, I want to be good, and I do. This tear in the fabric of my being keeps me in a constant state...