But it didn't stop me from thinking back to my own adolescence and how easy and fun it was to be caught up in romance. The reveries ended in passionate kisses. And I do mean ended. We never got much further than dreaming. And our dreams didn't get much past passionate kisses.
Love seems to have been replaced with the desire to acquire.
A generation with no wars to fight has to find some way to expend passion. Things replaced people as objects of passion. This could be just the rant of an old person. My son would say it is exactly that. He often accuses me of being old and unable to understand his peers, what motivates them, what upsets them and what is fun.