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.
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.