When I was young, I was obsessed with sex. And never thought to ask myself this fundamental question. I just assumed, all young women were like my mother. Not to be trusted.
Finding out what they were really like - would have been huge job, so I never bothered with it.
My early life was also complicated by my family's religion, that included some bizarre sexual involvements. In short: everybody was sexually involved with everyone else (almost) while denying everything.
I went to a religious college (sponsored by our church) for two years. But stayed away from the girls entirely. This was not what my parents wanted, and they sent me to a youth camp, so I could find a girlfriend.
I did find a young woman, whose parents had send her to youth camp, with the same instructions (find a boyfriend). We did the smart thing, and became girlfriend/boyfriend for each other.
This satisfied our parents, for a while - but then they insisted, I visit my girlfriend (using the family car, that was quite impressive). We would have to date each other.
This would not have been complicated, but my new friend did not like this idea - and when I showed up, at her house - I was informed that she was working that day.
I should mention at this point, she had informed me that she hated her father - and evidently this hatred had been transferred to me! What to do?
I stayed at her house, the rest of the day, waiting for her to come home. When she did show up, her mother sat both of us down on the same couch - and told us to get friendly. While she remained within hearing, to make sure we didn't get too friendly.
These were easy instructions to follow - and we found being this close, was rather pleasant.
Sunday, September 2, 2018
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