“When I was a teenager in the 1950s, there was no talk of sex freely; except that girls were warned about the dangers of premarital sex, the horrors of unwanted pregnancies, and the stigma of looking “easy.” However, we loved the school boys nearby. Romance was always in the air - walking hand in hand, innocent kissing, love letters.
Kevin was the love of my life, a sweet earthy hockey champion and smelled of charcoal soap. He said he loved me, then shocked me when he asked me to "do it." It was more a command than a request, and I refused. So she left me for Brenda, who "did" it with everyone.
It took me a while to recover from the frustration and pain. Time passed and marriage brought values, dreams, love and respect that resulted in a satisfying sex life. Unfortunately, my husband died and loneliness forced me to seek an online partner.
With the exception of a few, most of the men I met online were a healthy, hairy-headed, arthritic "Kevin" army. The need and demand for privacy were more important than decency. No one was indignant at my refusal, but I was reprimanded for feeling the need to build some rapport first. I can safely say, without feeling sorry for myself, that "Kevin" never wavered and remains a self-centered teenager. No problem, Brenda is around here. "
Written by an anonymous woman for The Guardian
