Sexting Miss Robinson on September 21, 1998…
Dear Breakup Girl,
I’m fifteen, my friend D is fourteen, and Kay is twenty-six. D met Kay online awhile back. She’s rather the party-have-sex-with-everybody type of person, and he and she have had their fair share of cybering/phonesex (she called him; his parents are very strict). Now, I wouldn’t think anything of it, except for the fact that Kay’s birthday is coming up, and D is planning on buying her a gift. However, the gift that he wants for her is a $120 painting (plus shipping). Remember that he’s only fourteen, and he doesn’t even have a steady job. I’m probably just being a friend giving unwanted help, but I wanted to hear your perspective, BG.
— T in Ohio
Okay, yeah, eeeeuw. Belleruth and I struggled a bit with this one.
First, before we get to the creepout part, we concede two things: (1) in BR’s words: “If it doesn’t get weird [too late?], the world being the way it is, a shy, awkward 14-year-old can gently induct himself into the world of sex online without getting too banged around, and avoid diseases too. Also, (2) I can see why he’d want to get her something “big.” He’s probably thinking: “Wow, she’s old, I can’t just buy her, like, a Care Bear. Instead, I’ll buy her an expensive, sexy, soft-black-velvety … painting of the Care Bears. And then have it shipped because it’s too big to schlepp on my Huffy.”