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 was a Native American girl who was six days younger than I. (We were 15) She had the deepest dark eyes and long black hair that went to her butt. She showed me all sorts of music I’d never heard before. It was a long time ago, but we got along well. Sadly I did the typical teenager thing and dumped her for someone else. That someone else was a bad fit and I should have stayed with the heavy metal Indian chick. (as she described herself)