My teen love story – over a number of posts I will be sharing my first love story. As you read over the coming posts, you will understand that I had to purge the past. I must say it has helped me heal some.
Only child, never knew my dad. My mom and I were close and I was the proverbial good girl; cheerleader, Girl Scouts, church helper, youth group. My friend told me about the chat rooms and I dialed in out of sheer boredom. Much of the conversation was over my head…sexual innuendos were gross to me as I was a virgin promoting the concept of abstinence to MY friends. Until. His voice melted me. We talked casually and exchanged numbers at the end of the call.
We spoke every night well into each night for many, many nights. I don’t even know how I got through my school days I was so sleepy. After school I’d rush through my homework, studying and chores (sometimes napped) just to prepare for my late night calls with him. At first it was careful, casual conversation that developed into friendly conversation. Just learning about each other. It changed into a love language. I was now curious about sex and wanted him to be my first. We planned to meet. I was 13 and he was 16 but I lied and told him I was 16 because I didn’t want to deter him from this thing we were blossoming into. He didn’t live near me at all but promised to come. I didn’t completely believe that he would…he called my bluff…
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