The best and most surprising thing anyone ever did for me, it wasn't unusual to hang around your local, a few lads asked if I wanted to go into town, I was maybe 15. I wasn't into drugs, I didn't really drink, somehow we got separated, whether they thought it was a laugh or not. Not sure.
Any way an older guy, late 20's, early 30's collered me for a chat, I thought being all naive I pulled. I think he saw what the crowd I was with had done. He asked did I know how I was to get home, I suggested it was a 4 mile walk not the end of the world. He gave me £5 to make sure I got home safe. £5 was quite a lot back then, I thought the guy was crazy, he just wanted to give me enough for a taxi & a phonecall home.
This place was seedy, so he wanted me out of there, one guy had cottoned on that I was alone, whilst embarrassed now, I remember him offering money and daring me to put my hands down his trousers. Being a twat I did, he just laughed and called me a slag. Don't know how he laughed he wasn't anything spectacular himself. The word was if you got lucky it was really grown up to go back to a guys house, I was generally desperate to be loved anyway, not that it's an excuse. So a boyfriend as old as small cock was, it'd be cred at school, plus he was on the party scene extra cred, was fed the usual cock & bull of great car, own house, amazing job, I didn't think to question it then.
I'm ever grateful to the older guy making sure I was safe all these years later.
I'd hate for my daughter to give herself away so cheaply like I did. I had a boyfriend eventually when I was 16, 5+ years older, mates with my Dad etc, also wouldn't shut the feck up about his ex and the relationship. She was always about too as they shared the same mates. I remember him adjusting her bra strap which pissed me off, her boyfriend was right next to her. I used to go to school from his house, which looking back was creepy, any way you looked at it.
I know it's a pipe dream that DD or DS will heed my advice about waiting till they meet the right person. They're lucky that I give more of a shit and would support them more, hopefuly to make better life choices.
In my day although I guess nothing much has changed, my Mum thought I was a slut for having 3 boyfriends by 18. If it's not your Mum then society pressures you to think that way. I used to hate myself that I wasn't this virtuous virgin, who waited for the right guy, for that special moment which is seldom special at that age, not having the first idea what you're doing.
I remember my Mum finding the morning after pill after routing through my bag. I'd got it as a precaution more than anything. She said I'd be so ill after taking the MAP I'd never want sex again, in an angry you're vile kind of way. Luckily in a sense I had gynae problems from when I started my periods, so was infertile, so I didn't end up going down the route a lot of girls at school did, having a kid by 18. With that lad that was older I thought having a baby would change the world, luckily it never happened, although confused what I was doing wrong.
I know it diverts away a bit from the context of the OP, but I'm willing to say how immature I was and how I could have got into a situation through naivety. In them days, if you were on the town and you were sexually assaulted/raped, the police would have laughed you all the way home. I think attitudes were more misogynistic then. I also wanted to share the mindset some young women may have. I'll advocate my daughter should never judge herself, to both that you can't judge another person by how many people they've slept with. I know that's another misconception, well it wasn't rape as she'd sleep with any guy who bought her a few drinks.
I think there was a lot of historical attacks, not reported, because of how women and their actions were viewed. A family would blame the girl usually.
There was that guy in London not so long ago who targeted women and murdered them into the bargain. They were viewed as easy targets. Another involving a guy who did similar with men, one night hook ups on the net that never made it home. The undertones of both articles was pretty much they were to blame for their own demise.