Girls were a problem for me when I was in college.
I was supposed to have a girlfriend, with whom I was publically affectionate in public. So everyone could see what a normal person I was.
But I did not feel this way. How did I feel? Not heterosexual or homosexual but asexual, like my father, who wrote love letters (in French) to his Haitian girlfriend.
I had a motorboat that pulled a plank that my friends could ride on. One young woman made it obvious to me that she was open to more (a lot more). But I had to go back to college and get my engineering degree.
We had a serious problem, that no one could help us with.
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