Two years ago, when I was 16, my dad tried to set me up with one of his business partners. I told him off, and he never tried that again. Soon after that, I met this guy through my friends, and we started dating. He’s only one year older than me, so it’s age-appropriate. It’s a very laid-back and fun relationship, but we have to keep it low-key since we live in the Gulf region, and he’s a native. Due to sociocultural, religious, and even legal factors, he’s not supposed to date. However, like many of these wealthy native Gulf families, they do everything they’re not supposed to do on the down low. I don’t know if it will necessarily last long-term, but for now, we’re having a good time.
Yeesh, please no. She had issues and I was horny.
my first relationship, 25 years ago, was highly tumultuous. We were HEAVILY codependent on each other. 0/10 would not do it again.
We were in college and it lasted about 18 months. It was great for that phase of our lives. We were just two young adults/kids figuring it out.
She was so gorgeous and a lot of fun. That was really nice as a college kid. We just got bored of each other.
We’ve been married for 32 years, together for 39, and we raised three kids.
Like a very long setup to a very shitty punchline. We were very good friends when we started dating, hurt the hell out of each other for a year or so, broke up, got back together for another painful year or two, broke up, hooked up very briefly again a year or two later. I couldnt figure out why I didn’t want to sleep with him and we pretended this was a totally normal way to deal with things. The punchline was that I am asexual and didn’t figure it out until like 5 years later and a couple more failed relationships.
We were really good friends though. His grandmother called me on Christmas and my birthday for years after we broke up. She is lovely.
He is a good guy but we both needed a lot of therapy. Hope he is happier now.
Married for 12 years now
In hindsight it was pretty stupid, we were not compatible at all, but hormones I guess.
Awful. We started dating in high school. I didn’t like myself back then and didn’t believe I could do any better. I let a lot of things go that I shouldn’t have. Not the last time I would make that mistake.
I’ve since learned a lot, including how to love myself.
High school girlfriend. I used her for sex. We knew each other from like early grade school and I always had a crush on her, very physically attracted to her.
I took a leap of faith and asked her out, and she said yes.
Turns out, we weren’t really compatible, but we were both horny teens with limited supervision. Did not take long at all for us to start experimenting. Eventually, her parents found out we were boinking and split us up, but I realized at the time that I was not heartbroken or sad, I was just disappointed that I wouldn’t get to have sex with her anymore, and it was a big wake up moment for me.
I was wrong, of course. We did have sex a few more times once we both became adults, and we both kind of acknowledged that the other person was just a convenient fuck buddy and that we had nothing else in common. I eventually had to break it off with her when I started getting serious with another girl.
I feel like I’ve matured a lot since then.
Corinna, we were 7, she kissed me in class and we ran around at lunch time holding hands. LOL.
She was a Native American girl who was six days younger than I. (We were 15) She had the deepest dark eyes and long black hair that went to her butt. She showed me all sorts of music I’d never heard before. It was a long time ago, but we got along well. Sadly I did the typical teenager thing and dumped her for someone else. That someone else was a bad fit and I should have stayed with the heavy metal Indian chick. (as she described herself)
Neither of us were ready. It lasted a year, though. I was 14 and super horny, and we messed around a lot but only had sex once. We both dodged bullets there.
We went to class together and met up at the mall to see movies or hang out. It was all very typical 80’s dating stuff.
She was intelligent and serious, and i was funny, but dumb. It was always doomed to fail solely on account of my stupidity and lack of respect. I didn’t really have an understanding of people and relationships then.
Another drop of regret among its oceanic brethren.Edit: i was 17
Mine was awful. I was 19. I look back at it and think that I could have been different, though. I should say she was abusive. But I also could have been more understanding and less obtuse. Would it have changed things? I wouldn’t bet money on it.
I’d tell my 19 year old self to lighten up. The things he cares about aren’t the things that matter to me now: looks, smoking weed, even “faithfulness.” Though, the last one would in a sense. But what really matters is that she treated me like shit.
