When I was 19, I dated this country boy while I was home from college for the summer. I knew it wouldn’t work when he showed up for a date one night in a Hooters T-shirt, cut-off shorts and high-top shoes. Then we went to a gravel pit and made out in the back of his pickup.

—Summer

Aftermath: It was fun while it lasted (about a week), but we would never have made it past that “What does it all mean?” conversation.

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