Sitting on a bench in a recreation center at the orphanage, when I was 16, with "Glenda" who had brown hair, and the loveliest, softest brown eyes in all the world. Our two heads leaning together, I experienced love for the first time. That was until the school dean stood in front of me, screaming at the top of his lungs, that if he ever saw me like that with a girl again, he would beat my bottom until I could not sit down for a week.
The next day, I broke off the relationship with the girl.
By the next year in high school, my Senior year, I told the same school Dean that I was certain that I was an insane person. One year later, at college, I attempted suicide for the first time.
The next time I had a date with a girl, I was 32 years old.