Okay, so I stole a candy from a kid just to see if it was really that easy. What I actually did was, I went up to my sister's friend's room, and started talking to them so, I just took one of their bags then ran away.
It was that easy, and the best part was I didn't get caught, now I can mark that experience off my growing up list.
I am not you. So how about you watch someone else okay? If you think I should get rid of anyone, and I will if I have to and he is not much but he completes me. So it's really not for you to jump in and as for that friend of yours, I've seen her, she is awful.
I'm (m/25) not very good with kids. It shows in various ways, for instance, I won't do that stupid baby talk, but I talk with kids normally just as with adults and I usually also tell it like it is. A couple of years ago, I had just left the university campus and on the way had stopped in a supermarket to buy beer, a young (pretty good-looking) mother and her little son queued up behind me. He was just old enough to walk and say a few words, and he was bouncing back and forth between the overpriced sweets next to the check-out counter and his mama. I had just paid, and there was the little rascal, looking up at me, pulling on my jacket, and asking "Papa"? I was in shock for a moment before concluding that he was wrong. Before answering, as calm as could be I looked his mother up and down (she was waiting to see how I would react) and then said: "Sorry, little guy, that's something I certainly would have remembered." Apparently, that's not what she had expected; she stood there, fixed to the spot and blushing. The cashier started to laugh out loud, and I went home, grinning.
I also want to confess something: My first time was when I (w, 20) was 14 and my boyfriend at the time was about 16. It was also his first. Now my boyfriend naturally wanted to try every position and way that he had heard of. So it came about that my boyfriend deflowered me in the same week that he persuaded me to have sex on a desk. On top of that, he had a glass door in his room, so we only had a curtain to hide behind. The desk was directly opposite this glass door. So it was: curtain down, me on the desk and away we went. Only unfortunately there was a lamp directly behind me which created an enormous "shadow puppet play" on the curtain. However we didn't realize until later, when my boyfriend's mother drove me home and told us that she had noticed a real shadow show in my boyfriend's room.
She had even called her husband over to see the shadow play, since she alone couldn't work out what we were playing at. She said that her husband just laughed and said he didn't know what was going on either. Therefore she wanted to know now what had happened in his room. We both went as white as a sheet and looked at each other mortified. Unfortunately she noticed our apparent exchange of glances and aghast, she stuttered something about how the desk only had one leg and she didn't know how much it would hold and it was better to leave the whole thing alone. Thank God we had already arrived at mine and I hastily fled the car. So I would like to confess that because of our carelessness his parents were unexpectedly confronted with our sexuality and I am ridiculously ashamed of myself even now whenever I look back.
When I was younger, I met a beautiful upper-class woman from our school. She has, in my opinion, the most beautiful smile in the world, which is why I fell for her. A year later, I found out that she had a boyfriend. Because of that, I started to envy him, and later on, loathe him completely, all because I envied him for having her. Years later, I moved to a new school because I asked my parents to move me into a public school, which they agreed to do so. And, up until last year, I still despised and envied him. Meanwhile, I was so madly in love with her, I realized that I was already obsessed. But this year, I finally lost my feelings for her and my loathing for her boyfriend. Now, I have no news about their relationship, but I hope they are happy together.