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.
She realized far, far sooner than I did, that we’d made better friends than lovers. By the time I figured it out myself, we’d already split up and gone our separate ways. I haven’t seen her since, aside from one kinda shitty night where she’d cheated on her boyfriend… with my roommate. And that was several years ago.