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.
I was 17/18, finishing high school and going in to college. To put it bluntly, she was pretty dumb, which is probably how I got with her to begin with. I was, of course blinded by the light, revved up like a douche, another runner in the night. She broke up with me before I left for college, so I luckily got out of that one.
She ended up dropping out of community college and became heavily religious after not showing a single interest in that sort of thing, at all, while we were together. Last I saw, she’s been going on mission trips for the last decade or so and seems happy, so I’m glad she found something she liked.