Something happens to your innocence when you get to be 30. You've had sex. You've done it a million times because that's just the kind of gal you are: do it 'til you can't walk, and feel good about it. But then something happens. Then you meet the greatest guy in the world. This guy is sweet. He's kind. He's the guy you've waited for -- well, not exactly waited -- this is the guy you've practiced for.