Two years ago, when I was 16, my dad tried to set me up with one of his business partners. I told him off, and he never tried that again. Soon after that, I met this guy through my friends, and we started dating. He’s only one year older than me, so it’s age-appropriate. It’s a very laid-back and fun relationship, but we have to keep it low-key since we live in the Gulf region, and he’s a native. Due to sociocultural, religious, and even legal factors, he’s not supposed to date. However, like many of these wealthy native Gulf families, they do everything they’re not supposed to do on the down low. I don’t know if it will necessarily last long-term, but for now, we’re having a good time.
The sex was great (and kind of ruined me for those who came afterwards). The rest of the relationship ranged from okay to incredibly stressful depending on what was going on in her head at the moment. She had mental health problems. Probably went on longer than it should have because I didn’t think I’d be able to find someone else. I will say she took more care not to hurt me than some of the women I dated since.