A while ago, when Lo and I first met up with the protégés, Zach and I had a nice little chat about our sexual proclivities. My theory was and is that the things we obsess about as adults have their origins in our formative sexual experiences. While talking with Zach, I was reminiscing about the girl who stole my virginity and then proceeded to crush my loving heart. (“Stole my virginity” is hardly an apt phrase. I was eager to get rid…