When it comes to talking to my daughters about love and sex, I’m determined to go beyond the basic birds and bees lesson. I want to instill in them the values of self-confidence, listening to their intuition, and being authentic. If I can help them avoid the tough lessons I learned the hard way, I will consider it a success—though I know that’s a tall order.
Looking back at my own clumsy experiences, I don’t feel shame as much as a strong urge to give my younger self a good talking-to. Right after college was a carefree period for dating; everyone seemed young, single, and eager to meet new people. I could stroll into a bar at midnight and leave with a charming finance guy or even the bartender. For the sake of this story, let’s focus on the finance guy.
I met Jake one night, and he quickly loosened his tie and removed his jacket, revealing a laid-back vibe. There was something appealing about his tousled hair and the way his cheeks flushed. By 3 a.m., he had my number, and by 11 a.m. the next day, we were set for dinner.
For our first date, I chose a carefully curated outfit: a long-sleeved, conservative top paired with a daringly short black skirt and towering heels. At 5-foot-2, I often compensated for my height with sky-high platforms, giving off the impression of a preppy dancer looking for her stage.
Jake took me to a cozy Italian joint in the East Village. Despite our limited connection and awkward conversation, I thought he was cute. After a few drinks, I excused myself to the restroom, which I soon discovered was at the bottom of a steep, narrow staircase.
In my tipsy state and precarious heels, I should have grabbed the railing for support. Instead, I clutched my tiny purse, and before I knew it, I was tumbling down, my skirt flying up as I landed hard on the stairs. The impact left me dazed, and I stood up gingerly, rubbing my sore backside and imagining the colorful bruise forming.
When I returned to the table, I opted for silence, masking my limp and pain. The older me would have laughed it off, turning my mishap into a story that might have lightened the mood. But the younger me wanted to maintain an air of mystery, pretending I was the kind of cool girl who never stumbled—either literally or metaphorically.
Given our lack of familiarity, it seemed only natural to head back to his apartment. The sex was unremarkable, but at one point, Jake decided to engage in some playful spanking—right on the very bruise I had just earned. It’s remarkable I didn’t black out from the sharp sting. Even more shocking was my decision to let it happen. I allowed this near-stranger to inflict pain on me, unaware of my boundaries and needs.
Eventually, I managed to shift positions and escape his playful antics. The bruise healed before our second date, but our romance fizzled after three months—an eternity for a relationship without true vulnerability. Ironically, one of the things that endeared me to Jake was his disastrous attempt at dinner, where he accidentally ruined our meal with way too much salt. I embraced his imperfections while hiding my own.
Now that I’m in my 40s and a mom, I feel a mix of protectiveness and sympathy for that 24-year-old who was so insecure she couldn’t assert herself—even in the most intimate settings. While I understand my daughters must navigate their own experiences, I wish I could shield them from my missteps. If only there was a way to share my story without the more embarrassing details.
Oh wait, by writing this, I’ve essentially shared it with them already? Well, the internet is a vast place. They’d have to search my name alongside “embarrassing” and “sex” to stumble upon it.
So, to my future daughters, remember: I was young once, too. What I learned is that your well-being is far more important than maintaining a perfect image. Be confident, trust your instincts, and always be true to yourself. And for the love of all things good, hold onto the railing when you’re on the stairs!
Summary
This reworked cautionary tale reflects on the author’s youthful dating experiences, emphasizing the importance of self-confidence and authenticity in relationships. It conveys a message to future daughters about the significance of prioritizing well-being over image, while also acknowledging the inevitable learning curve of growing up.
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cautionary tale about dating
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