First off, a little about myself; I live in Los Angeles, California. Born in 1986 (31 yrs old). Was and still am a party animal. I drink, smoke and do weed. Ran with a bad crowd when I was younger, skipped classes, had sex, smoked pot and got arrested. Dropped out in 10th grade. By the time I was 18, my body was mostly covered in tattoos. Grew up in a religious household and felt it was my way of rebelling. They tried to set me back on the straight path but eventually gave up.

Okay, now about my boyfriend and I. About two years ago, when I was 29, I attended a heavy metal concert. Supposedly this concert was only 18 and older, but somehow my boyfriend snuck in when he was 16. The group I was with, we were drunk and high. At one point during the night, this young guy was basically dancing right on me. I figured, “what the hell” I started to dance with him away from everyone else. (He looked older than he was). We lit up a joint, shared it and our hands started roaming. Long story short, I took him home to my place and made his head spin. A week later when we met up again, he told me he turned 17.

My parents accepted my alternative lifestyle. I brought him home to my parents for Thanksgiving. I told them ahead of time about our age gap, they said it being me, they weren’t surprised. He came over and my parents loved him, though he and I are opposites in a lot of ways.

We went to his parents for New Years, and at first, they were polite and friendly to me. But the next visit, the were rude and cold. Turns out his dad worked for the city and heard about my record. They believed I was corrupting their little boy. So, from that day on, I was forbitten to be at their house period. So, our dates were either out or at my apartment.