So when he offered us a lift it was harmless for we knew him.My name is Nelisa by the way so that you don’t confuse yourself going forward.I know a lot of people would want to say what a corrupt school but if you ask your little sisters and daughters, this is the norm of today.When I lost my virginity I was considered to be a late bloomer. Inner beauty is what the rest console themselves with when it comes to facing facts. I don’t flaunt it nor do I climb a mountain and crow over it. I am beautiful and every other person who looks at me what it meant back then but now I do with devastating consequences.I had even slowed down on visiting my friend’s houses because on more than one occasion I had caught their fathers stare at me.That was a long time ago, early 19th century to be exact but its relevance even today is quite profound. In fact, I grew up in a good family with good moral values.
But that’s another story for this not what happened one Thursday evening after hockey practise.
We used to meet him at the mall and he would small chat with my parents.
It’s not like they were friends or anything, just being neighbourly.
It’s hard to get comfortable with that but as a girl you learn to deal with it.
At 17 I already knew that even at parties I should never get isolated from my friends because so many boys desired me. Beauty is not all that it’s cut out to be for at times it comes with a curse. Was it not Jane Austen who said that it is a universally acknowledged fact that a good man in fortune should be in want of a wife.