I no longer wanted love, because from my perspective with a freshly broken heart, love meant hurt. That relationship would end and it would break my heart wide open.
She would be the fifth girl I’d kissed in my life, and the second I slept with… All this by the ripe age of twenty. I went out with friends, I met new girls, but it wasn’t until I met the next girl I dated, that I got sexual with anyone again. Unfortunately (at the time), that relationship ended. Relationships came naturally to me, and I had no problem being committed to the person I loved and seeking purpose in being a great and loving partner… and building and feeding my own life and passions (calm down co-dependent police). When I entered (gaI was very passionate about building a bond with my girlfriend. My sexual experiences and education came quick… (the puns are so easy here, right?!?) So, stopping at “light petting” wasn’t likely to happen, despite my church’s best effort.
Anyone who’s touched a booby knows that once you’ve touched one, you want to either touch those boobies a lot more, and/or all the boobies around you, for pretty much every waking hour. I didn’t kiss a girl until high school and the first assisted ejaculation didn’t come till shortly thereafter that kiss. Even the concept of dating a girl scared me so much that I never had to worry about the sex part, I was still working on the “be kinda cool around chicks” part.
