A boring summer job turns into the most titillating sexual initiation April could ask for.

Around the same time that Sex and the City made New York and the Hamptons seem super-glamorous, I was living there in a decidedly not-so-glamorous way. Back then, I was a “scholarship kid” at a prestigious university in the city (a dual English and Political Science major), and once spring semester ended, I was always left in a lurch while my more affluent classmates jetted off to Europe or some Third World country where they allegedly did charity work to puff up their resumes.

Meanwhile, my family lived on the opposite coast, airfare was expensive, and the jobs didn’t exist back in our small rural lumber town. As such, it was always a struggle to fund my summer living expenses and figure out logistics... Read More