I wasn't raised in the truth, so I could "date" with plenty of supervision. When I was 12 years old, I had a boyfriend who wanted more than just kissing. We went to a school dance, me in a hand me down satin dress that was way too grown-up for me, and him in his best jeans. We sat side by side, never spoke, he finally dragged his chair over to his buddies. I sat there with with sweaty palms and a trembling heart.
Finally the damn thing was over and my mom picked us up and took us home. When we dropped him at his house, his first and last words of the evening were, "Well, thanks anyway!" Next day he asked me for his locket back. Guess he thought it would be a nite of wild abandon since we were away from home. What an asshole. Probably we were both assholes.
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