13!? Wow! I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I was just putting away my barbies and dollhouse at that age, and could only blush deeply and giggle foolishly when a cute (or interested) guy came within 10 feet of me. I was a late bloomer, really really late.
Then again, my forward husband I believe already had a girlfriend or two under his belt at 13.
It...really wasn't the wisest thing I could have done. I mean, I'm fortunate that it didn't go as awkwardly as it could have done. I think if I were to (magically) end up with children someday, I'd lock them in towers ('cos if I'm going to have children, I should likely have a castle and a moat and all) and betroth them in infancy to people they'll not meet till the day of the wedding (likely when they're 25), and call it that. Problem solved. XD
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Then again, my forward husband I believe already had a girlfriend or two under his belt at 13.
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