Hard to believe there is a teenage boy who would feel damaged by that kind of encounter, guess I must be really old, that kind of boy didn’t exist in my youth. Of course there is the possibility these kind of boy are just looking for a payday.
“I must be really old, that kind of boy didn’t exist in my youth.”
I was thirteen when my English teacher started to come to my basketball games and invite me to visit her classroom after school. 1972, a mini-skirted swinging, first generation feminist.
The other guys ridiculed me mercilessly. So I never responded. My old man later said I missed out and had no one but myself to blame.
Very very different in the old days. I don’t get today’s mommy world at all. But today’s young men can’t win.