Bruce Cameron

Editor’s Note: The following column was originally published in 2008.

When she was 18 years old, my daughter met the love of her life, the person who changed her life forever and without whom, she informed me, she simply couldn’t live. I sometimes wonder whatever happened to that guy.

I was “cool to the concept” of her having a serious boyfriend the way liquid nitrogen is “cool to the touch.” In other words, when my brain absorbed the idea of a serious boyfriend, it froze and shattered.

I suppose I knew that when young women go to college they often form what could euphemistically be called “a...