Silvia and I were neighbors and grew up together, and she was my first girlfriend. Her father was always very strict, and she wasn't allowed to date almost any boy, and for her, I was the only alternative to loneliness. Her father had known me forever, and he had no problem with us hanging out together, perhaps also because he didn't consider me a dangerous "male." In fact, as children, she, and my sister often played "girly" games together, and this, combined with my less than masculine appearance, helped him sleep soundly. Silvia and I were very shy and inexperienced, and because of this, our "intimate" relationships never went beyond a few kisses and a few touches here and there. I thought she was fine with it, but when one day I saw her making out with an older boy, I realized that wasn't the case.