This happened a while ago back in high school and I was still female with no intentions of changing genders yet.
I got my first boyfriend at 15. Sometime around my second semester of freshman year.
I wanna talk about this relationship because really, I don't really know how it came to be. I feel so confused thinking about it.
I didn't even WANT a damn boyfriend. Sure, I hung out with guys frequently because I related to them more, but I never got any feelings for any of them. Then Mike showed up and flipped my whole damn world upside-down. He started out nice (we knew each other from our school's chess club), then he got friendly by hugging me after every club meet. At first I thought it was funny, I was like "lol okay whatever here's your hug."
Then he asked for my number and then I started getting nervous. I gave it to him, anyway, since he seemed like a nice enough friend, and thought that's all he wanted. It felt good to have a friend in a state AND school i was relatively new to. So he called me that night and lo and behold, asked if I would be his girlfriend...
I tried to talk him out of it, pressed to take things slow, but he insisted. He told me he wouldn't hang up until I said yes, and he kept gently nudging me, convincing me to go out with him. After a 3 hour phone call, I obliged... The next day, I said hello to Mike with the bizarre realization that this kid was now my new boyfriend... It was quite surreal, to be honest, and I wasn't sure if it was in a good way.
I never had the kind of attention Mike had given me. Holding hands, kisses on the cheek, hugs, cuddling. For a girl who'd mainly experienced bullying from boys in middle AND high school, it was a very... I guess I could say exotic feeling? It was very nice to feel so special to someone.
But about a month into our relationship, Mike started to hint that he wanted to kiss, but on the lips. This being my first relationship (and HIS... 20th, maybe *eye roll*), I wasn't feeling ready. Another week goes by with no kissing on the lips and Mike once again, had to talk me into it. I didn't even open my mouth. I just pressed my lips to his hoping I was doing it right enough so he'd keep loving me.
I felt very weird, my first kiss behind the school. I told him I needed to use the bathroom midway though the kissing, and once I was in the girl's room, I locked the stall and cried. I didn't know what the hell to feel, or if it was right, or if it was even what I wanted to do. Was this something I had to do ALL THE TIME now??? I thought. Eventually the motion sensor lights shut off and I was forced to leave. Mike was waiting in the school for me, but I didn't want to see him. I hid somewhere else and waited for my mom to pick me up. When I got home, I got in the shower and tried to wash that stupid kiss off my lips.
Now this is where something strange happened. I kept going with the relationship, letting him kiss me, feeling his affection, hanging with his friends (many of whom I still talk to), I actually started to like him back....
Annnnnnd then he started getting emotionally distant a few months later and finally broke up with me my last day of freshman year...
So not the best relationship, but it was emotionally twisting for sure. Afterwards, I started getting lovesick over him, crying over him, missing him like crazy, having dreams of him, it was like, "what the hell? I didn't ever WANT a relationship!"
But I'm starting to understand now... I don't think I was really in love with him, it was just the attention. The special attention that girlfriends receive. And even when we got back together and broke up several times throughout high school(yes yes, spare me the lecture), I think it was just that. The attention.
When i think of it, kissing is a rather strange way to show affection (and it's smelly sometimes X( ), I NEVER enjoyed getting felt up (it's extremely invasive), being nude makes me freezing, and don't even get me started on performing sex (still a virgin with little to no intentions on changing that)...
The whole reason I started pursuing guys around high school I think... was just to get the same love and affection that I got with Mike. But that's where it ended. I just wanted cuddles, and nothing more. I could've cared less about kissing, but I understood it was a proper standard in relationships, so I did it.
More importantly, on that first kiss, when I relented and gave him a proper kiss so he'd still love me... Was what I did wrong? Was it no big deal in the long run since I agreed to it and he never forced me? He even TOLD ME if I didn't want to, it was okay... Was it all no big deal because it wasn't sex, it was just a first kiss, and maybe no one likes their first time?
It's just a moment in my life I feel very strange about...