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I was, as in 3894's household, not allowed to date until my sixteenth birthday. Since it was somewhat a rite of passage in my family, I think I would've been sad if I spent that birthday with my parents. Fortunately for me, my first romance blossomed slightly before my birthday (and I dated him for two and a half years, treating it very seriously.) Looking back at it now, I definitely wish I hadn't been so serious about it. I liked having a boyfriend throughout high school and I really liked him at the time, but I definitely was crushed at the end (a week before I was to join him at his college.) And instead of knowing how to bounce back and forth and date informally, I became a bit destructive with my dating habits.
My mom wanted to be very open about sexuality with me (all the while preaching abstinence) so she was waiting for me at home and wanted to talk about every date.
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