Was 17 when a friend of my parents introduced me to their son who had returned from a study period in Europe.
He was 12 years older,handsome and sophisticated and I fell for him in a big way.especially as at first he did not take much notice of me.
However the "hero worship" got me where I wanted to be,in his bed.
Like most first love we grew apart,he found a french student who was nearer in age and I found variety in the chase,loving each person for what they were,not what I wanted them to be.
Now prefer the calm of friendship and good sex to the wilder shores of love.