When I was 15 I met a guy named Armon. He had just moved to my small town and we hit it off instantly. He was one year older than me. We went to the same church and high school. We started dating and everything was fine. Since we were both involved in church there were no conflicts in our opinions about waiting to have sex, or so I thought. It wasn’t as much a religious thing for me as I knew I wasn’t ready. My mom had my oldest brother when she was 17 and I did not want to repeat her mistakes.
A few months after we started dating he started pressuring me to go farther than I wanted to. I always said no and he wouldn’t ask again until a few days later. One Friday he asked if I wanted to go to the mud boggs that Saturday. (Mud boggs are a redneck thing. Small town life) I said I couldn’t because I had a football game Friday and a band competition Saturday. Also, my mom wouldn’t let me stay out past 11pm and I knew how long the boggs ran. I was a good kid and not the kind to sneak around and disobey my parents.
Monday came and Armon was a little distant at school. This continued until church on Wednesday. I knew what was going to happen but I was not going to give him an easy out and break up with him first. After church he called me and was beating around the bush. I told him just to say it. He did, said we should break up that he was young and wanted to date other people. I was fine with it. I never had any delusions that we were meant to be or any of that high school melodrama crap.
The next day at school my friend Elizabeth came up to me and was apologizing and saying “He said he already did it.” I asked what she was talking about. She went on to tell me that at the boggs Saturday Armon told her that he had broken up with me Friday. They hooked up. I didn’t really have any feelings about the whole thing. I was glad my friend was honest with me.
High school went on. We all stayed friends, well, as much as we could be given what happened. Eight years later, he is married with two children now and doing great. I’m still single by choice and loving the single life.