I was 22 when I had my first "serious" relationship. A smart and strong young lad I was as a teen. Taking women and sex for what they were and not getting whooped on the first piece of pie that was offered to me.
First GF was in 9th grade who was aldo my first kiss. We stayed together for 3.5 years or all through high school. I look back and say to myself, why the hell did I stay with her for so long. Fuggin puppy love.
The first guy my daughter was romantically involved with was a guy she chatted with online, from Bahrain. He was 26, she was 15. She gave him our phone number & told him when to call. He called at 04:30 in the morning, 'cause he couldn't understand the instructions. He kept telling her he would come & take her back to Bahrain, he'd be the best husband ever, he would worship her.
I told her it was her fault he was gonna die, 'cause if he showed up on our doorstep I was gonna have to kill him.
She learned to be a little more discreet.