There was a time when I was completely obsessed with teenage girls. My fascination extended for several years. I even touched one in a place which we nicknamed the “erogenous zone.”*
I had an appropriate relationship with a seventeen-year old which began as simple flirting, but soon led to mutual petting. At the time, I figured there was nothing sexier than a young woman from the ages of 17 to 22. I was weak.
I was pretty sure the attraction was mutual, but looking back I can’t be sure.
I was seventeen. I feel so dirty.
On the other hand, I married her, and we’ve raised our kids together. So, there’s that.
Sexual abuse is not funny, and I don’t mean to hint that it is. I am pointing out that there’s nothing wrong with sexual attraction, and that it can lead to touching, marriage and eventually children.
What isn’t normal is the apparent rampant predatory nature of some men. Especially sick are those who prey on younger women and abuse their power.
I no longer look at teenage girls that way because I…how to I put this?
I grew up.
*Back seat. Dodge Dart.