The first time I made love to a woman, I drank every drink I could think of. I didn't know what I was going to do if she got pregnant. I was nervous. Turns out I was living with a psychologist, who tested my IQ. He told me not to worry about it. He also told me, in those days, they didn't tell you what score you got. That was my first time, and last, with her. She didn't know where to find me.