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Writer John David
Biography Twitter buff. Internet maven. General web evangelist. Infuriatingly humble entrepreneur. A wanderlust in search of ideas


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countries USA
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Just one more kiss movie online hindi. The other day I was thinking about a different post I wanted to make when I came to the abrupt realization that almost all of my boyfriends as a teenager were adult men. Now, I have always been boy crazy, and I have always liked older guys. I remember the first boy that I called my boyfriend when we were kids at the YMCA daycare. We would cuddle up during movies, sit next to each other at snack time, etc. I was about 5 and I think he was 6 or 7. My first "real" boyfriend, also 2 years older, 6th grade vs 8th grade, but when I hit 14 is when I started dating adult men. Of course, I bought into the whole "you're so much more mature than girls your age" and all that blah blah. I'll say also that I was *extremely lucky* in my experiences. Despite the fact that I was dating all these adults (names changed), I had a reputation as somewhat of a "prude, " and I really stuck to my boundaries when I was younger. Thankfully, all of these guys had the decency to respect that, and I although I had plenty of situations where I felt uncomfortable, I was always able to deescalate before things went further than I wanted. (I wish I had been better at doing that as an adult, but we're learning! ) My first adult boyfriend, Chip, was 21 when I was 14 (but it's ok guys, I told him I was 15 /s). Chip already had a reputation in his group for dating younger girls, although I believe I was the youngest, so he was very hush hush about the whole thing. His best friends knew (and ribbed him endlessly), and my best friends knew, and that was about it. I eventually broke up with him because he was always working and I wanted to, ya know, be a kid and do fun things instead of hanging out at his store all day. Chip continued to flit in and out of my life as I had different boyfriends and became single again; I actually talked to him last about a year ago. The next bf was "only" 16 and a more appropriate age for me, but funny enough, he was the one that put more pressure on me than any of the adults to be more sexual than I was comfortable with at the time, and we broke up shortly. Which brings me to the next one, a whopping *23 years old* dating a 14 year old, and he was well aware of my age. We met online, of course, and had I believe two whole dates before he decided what he was doing was wrong and faked his death rather than break up with a literal child, lol. (Seriously, his "brother" signed into his AOL account and told me that my bf had been killed in a car crash. Weird that the "brother" continued to log in and out of that screenname for another year, isn't it? ) At least one of those "dates" was not a date at all (because who actually goes on real dates at 14? ) but was instead a grown man taking me and my best friends to an R rated movie that we could not have gotten in to without him. I was not even the gross one in this situation and I am legitimately cringing as I type this. Then I dated what I call my first "big" boyfriend, we'll call him Jeff. We spent a lot of time together vs with my previous boyfriends, and it was the first relationship that really just "hit different. " I guess you could call him my "first love" although that sounds hilarious looking back on it. He was 19, I was 14, we met at an outdoor concert and he and his roommate/friend (who at 16 would have been a much more age appropriate match) proceeded to hound me for a month to date Jeff. Eventually I gave in because I thought it was "sweet" that he wanted to date me so badly. I figured I'd "give him a shot, " right? While we were dating, it was great! He had a car, he had mommy's credit card. We went to the movies, out to eat, just cruising, he picked me up front school every day, etc. In my oh so limited experience with men, this was truly a HVM lmao. We had to break up after 6 months because he was involved in a court case for, you guessed it! fooling around with the roommate! Next, at 15 I dated a friend of a friend of a friend of Jeff that we'll call Steve. Steve was 18 but acted 13. I guess I figured if I was going to deal with immaturity, I'd at least get the advantages that came with them being old enough to drive and work? Who knows. Steve was a *huge* goofball, and probably the most "childlike" of the bunch. IIRC, we never did anything more than kiss the first time we dated, and I genuinely never felt pressured by him to do anything. He ended up breaking up with me, saying that his mom wasn't comfortable with the age difference, and although she liked me, she was just worried about her son getting into trouble. Eh, mom gets half a point here. So I finally got another age appropriate boyfriend, 16 to my 15. It was a pretty nondescript relationship. He was a friend of a close friend of mine, so he meshed with our group well, but there was just nothing special there. The most remarkable thing about it was that we took each other's virginity, so at least that happened with someone my own age! We then broke up because I had my sights set on someone else who was also age appropriate, but that didn't work out. Enter Jeff! Court was over, and he was on probation. We never officially dated again, but we started hanging out, and once while drunk at a party I asked him to sleep with me and he refused. So Jeff gets half a point for not being a total creepbag, but he probably should have just stuck to people his own age at the party. (Our group was very age diverse, so it wasn't wrong for him to be there; honestly my friends and I are the ones that had no business being there. ) Things, uh, didn't work out for Jeff, and he started dating a girl his own age who promptly convinced him to violate his probation and go back to jail. After that I had a long distance relationship with Tanner, who was 19 to my now 16. I met Tanner at a convention the previous year (when I was 15), and we immediately hit it off. We exchanged information and kept in touch, but it wasn't until the next year's convention that we officially started dating, and now that I'd had sex, we did that, a lot. We managed to see each other about once a month (which is pretty frequent thinking back on it for a couple of broke teenagers), but he eventually ended it just short of a year saying that I wasn't mature enough. This was shortly after two back to back visits that were longer that usual, so fair enough. At the time I was devastated. I would call Tanner my second "big" relationship. So I soon went back to Steve. Now at 17 and 20, his mom was more comfortable. I believe my state has or had the "3 year" law as well. But Steve again ended it shortly, although I don't remember why. We still never had sex, which was disappointing to me at the time because I wanted to be like everyone else that was sleeping around (LOL) (although, as I would find out a few years later, I shouldn't have been disappointed because it was, in fact, disappointing, if you catch my drift... ) After that I was single for close to a year, so by the time I started dating again I was 18 and "legal. " I don't really have a point to all of this, just wanted to share, I guess. I had never actually taken the time to stop and actually see how many "men" I dated when I was a child. At the time, I felt proud that these older guys wanted to be with me. It wasn't until I was in my early/mid 20s and was looking at 14 and 15 year old boys and thinking "HOLY SHIT! What were those dudes thinking?!? " that I started to realize that they weren't dating me because they wanted to be WITH ME. They were dating me because adult women wouldn't put up with them. As I said before, I am SO LUCKY that the men I dated didn't push when I said "no" because I know there are SO SO many women who weren't so lucky. Anyway, that's my story about the 5 adult men that dated me between the ages of 14 and 17. And by the way, these are only the ones that outright called themselves my boyfriend. Sprinkle in 3 or 4 dudes that I talked to and fooled around with (but never sex) that never wanted to put a name to it, and you have nearly 10 adults that were willing to involve themselves romantically/sexually with a minor within the span of 3-4 years.
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