Not many girls came over to my home when I was growing up. My parents didn’t believe in dating. They only believed in marriage. They were highly suspicious of opposite-sex friendships.<\/p>\n
Fortunately for me, I got to taste normality when I spent much of 8-12th grades at the home of the Muths at Pacific Union College<\/a> in the Napa Valley. A lot of people felt comfortable coming over to the Muth home, including girls. <\/p>\n I think it was the summer of 1983, just before I entered 12th grade, when I fell asleep on a Sabbath afternoon at the Muths.<\/p>\n Unbeknownst to me, my classmate Valerie came into my room. While my male friends would’ve been tempted in such a situation to put my hand in a bucket of warm water and to delight in watching me wet myself, Valerie instead leaned over and woke me with a gentle kiss to my forehead. <\/p>\n It’s one of my favorite memories. <\/p>\n I didn’t get touched much as a kid. Or maybe I did, but still felt very hungry. <\/p>\n On this particular summer afternoon, I awoke to the sensation of a woman’s lips on my face and opened my eyes to see her smiling face. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Not many girls came over to my home when I was growing up. My parents didn’t believe in dating. They only believed in marriage. They were highly suspicious of opposite-sex friendships. Fortunately for me, I got to taste normality when … Continue reading