Just enough to give them some flavor to bring back home. Because girls shouldn't get arrested for packing and messing around, even falling in love. Even if they were lied to, even if they felt upset, betrayed by that deception, how does that kind of hurt get so easily tipped to disgust. You have to be so sure of right to know wrong. I don't believe any more in what girls are supposed to be, in what boys are supposed to like.
Desire seems to be all that stays true in people.
And desire, I don't just mean sexual, but emotional, intellectual, spiritual desire, it's so beyond the categorical. It's hard for me to think of a single revelation of desire that would put me off someone I liked. I'm afraid of people without a discovery or a secret or something they think makes them such a perv, such a weirdo, but really it's what your girlfriend will ask for tomorrow, what your best friend does alone in his room to his utter delight, and what convinced your father to marry your mother. And I worry for you caught isolated in the mighty spread, the spectrum of desire. Because you don't see yourself on TV, and your friends who talk about everything from pearl necklaces to 69 have never give a name to what you need the words for.