I was a very pretty regular pioneer with a daddy who was not only an elder- he was one of the anointed. I did not have a chance. The JW boys were too afraid of him and me.
Ravyn, I think we were separated at birth (except I don't think I was "very pretty" -- still don't)! Same drill: I was a regular pioneer, Dad was an elder AND of the anointed, let's add my Mom who was a truly fearsome human being -- that was NOT conducive to having boyfriends. I finally got married at age 27 to Big Tex, who is younger than I and who had such a horrific childhood that neither of my parents phased him. The worst thing I ever did was, coincidentally two weeks before I met Big Tex, sneak out of the house to meet a guy my parents did NOT approve of. He had been divorced, disfellowshipped and reinstated, and was a pretty decent human being. We went out to dinner at a nice restaurant and he kissed me goodnight. That was my first kiss, and I was 25 years old. I was also really bored with my life, disgusted with most of the male Witnesses I knew, and just plain old curious about kissing. Brian knew it and obliged. (So if you're out there, Brian McWhorter, thanks!) Then Big Tex came along two weeks letter and swept me off my feet. And I didn't even see him in a kilt!
Nina