I had my first "real" boyfriend at 15. That number sounds so young to me now, maybe it doesn't to you. This guy was not cute. He was not smart. He was not anything. All he was, in my head, was a guy who was interested in me, and to someone with notoriously bad self-esteem that meant he was special. He was worth attaching myself to. So we dated most of high school. I went to an all-girls … [Continue reading...]