Once my parents found condoms in my room, and rather than admit I was having sex I told them I used the condms on a dildo. They didn't believe me so they made me show them my giant pink rubber dildo. It was mortifying as I was 19, but still preferable to them knowing that I was having actual sex. I wouldn't tell them…

there's no chance this ref isn't getting paid off, right?

I'm from the latter half of the boomer era. Think hippie vs punk. I dated and also did my share of hanging out/ hooking up. Old timey "dating" can suck horribly, or can also be really fun. If you go on a proper date with somebody who was well trained to be a, I think they call them "gentlemen", they call you and set…

HA. Really?! The generation with a 50% divorce rate tells us that WE don't know how to love?

This isn't really weird but I thought that I'd share it because I finally had an experience that made me better understand what women have to deal with every day.