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Dating Disasters
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Straight Male / 64
I Ruined A Real Princess In High School, Being Sorry Didn't Help
My father was posted to Latin America during my high school years. I attended a private school which had both expat kids and kids from upper income families. The normal social structure didn't involve expats dating locals. But at a class field trip to the top of a volcano Anabela, the prettiest, nicest local girl sat beside me on the bus, and she politely talked to me.
At the top, off the bus, I escorted her. She was mine. When we stopped for lunch on the way down the mountain she had to sit by me. I got stares from several of the other local girls, and a couple of the local guys. But Anabela didn't ask for help, so I was able to monopolize her. That day, and afterwards at school, and parties. Like it or not she was my girlfriend as far as the class was concerned.
She never introduced me to her family, I never went to her house. Her father was a big time lawyer, a plantation owner, and owner of several factories. At a party of one of our classmates I caught her and found a bedroom and nature took its course. I felt like I was king of the mountain, I had gotten the school princess and broke her hymen. She was hurt, embarrassed, ruined. But no one told me. She didn't return to school.
A couple of weeks later this car with four guys came to my house, when they were done with me I spent a couple of days in the hospital. My father was visited by her father. We left the country. We were gone in a day. From what I found out many years later she was sent to Switzerland for a year, when she came back she went to a small Catholic school. She never married, neither did I. I never spoke to her again.
At the top, off the bus, I escorted her. She was mine. When we stopped for lunch on the way down the mountain she had to sit by me. I got stares from several of the other local girls, and a couple of the local guys. But Anabela didn't ask for help, so I was able to monopolize her. That day, and afterwards at school, and parties. Like it or not she was my girlfriend as far as the class was concerned.
She never introduced me to her family, I never went to her house. Her father was a big time lawyer, a plantation owner, and owner of several factories. At a party of one of our classmates I caught her and found a bedroom and nature took its course. I felt like I was king of the mountain, I had gotten the school princess and broke her hymen. She was hurt, embarrassed, ruined. But no one told me. She didn't return to school.
A couple of weeks later this car with four guys came to my house, when they were done with me I spent a couple of days in the hospital. My father was visited by her father. We left the country. We were gone in a day. From what I found out many years later she was sent to Switzerland for a year, when she came back she went to a small Catholic school. She never married, neither did I. I never spoke to her again.
