Winter of 1988.
We met through a mutual friend, who said we were perfect for each other. He was almost 18 and I’d just turned 16. His father was a dentist. He attended a school in another county. He was nice-looking, very tall and very smart. His name was Joe.
Joe had all the traits of a confident, popular high school senior, except that he was painfully shy and socially awkward in certain scenarios. He was most awkward when interacting with girls. I seemed to put him at ease. And, I took him on as a project.
Our relationship began as a friendship. We would attend different school functions in support of one another. It gave us time to hang out and get to know each other in a comfortable setting. But I found myself becoming more and more attracted to him. I found myself thinking about him sexually. Wanting…
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