Sometimes this whole new world order stuff makes my head spin.


Sleep with him in less than ninety days or what? Who pays and what does it mean? Where did he kiss me and what does that mean?


While we threw out a lot of old customs that were unnecessarily rigid, there are times I miss the baby in the bathwater.


For instance, I noticed someone's scentat a professional conference years back and worked up the hutzpah to ask him about his cologne. One thing led to another and we had a very nice dinner out. Walking me back to my hotel, he offered his arm and I took it. This was part of how I was raised, and I remember my dad rehearsing it with me when I was a little girl.


Taking this man's arm was nothing like taking dad's arm. Walking down Chicago's Miracle Mile on a summer evening and being just that close to him that I could feel his warmth and catch the scent of him and cologne was incredibly romantic. It was the start of something soft and gentle and tantalizing,that became much more over time.


Are there any old fashioned things that you like to do, or wish would come back?