Boy Crazy: The Downfall and Empowerment of a Woman (working title)
an excerpt

I remember being a small girl and having the backs of my knees and underside of my chin tickled with dandelion heads. If you giggled, it meant that you were boy crazy. I guess that could explain it all. However, I think that the reason men and my relationships with them, have become such a large part of my life is a lot more complicated than my ticklish demeanor.