I’m 35 years old and I’ve always liked younger girls. Last week I just couldn’t hold myself anymore.

In the Netherlands, most girls use a bike to get from a small village to their school. I decided to go for a walk around the forest, next to one of these “routes” around the end of school times. Most girls go together and in a group, so I had to be a bit patient.

At a point, I noticed a girl was on her own and she was very pretty. She was pretty tall, with long blonde hair. She was wearing this spaghetti top with shorts. I estimate her about 1.60m tall and roughly 45/50kg. I’d say she was around 14 or something. When she was close, I told her: hey, hey, can I ask you something? She stopped her bike and said; sure, what is it? As I looked right in her beautiful blue eyes, I asked her if she knew the way to a certain city and she explained to me how to get there. Right before she wanted to step on her bike again, I told her; you know, you’re a very pretty girl. You know that? She smiled a bit in a very shy way, and shyly she replied; thank you. I asked her, I could use a little rest, would you mind sitting with me and chat a bit? She looked a bit confused but agreed anyway. I asked her why she was just cycling alone all the way home and she said that she gets bullied at school a lot and that she doesn’t really like anyone from her school. I told her that I was also bullied at school (which is true) and I advised her to ignore them, as they don’t even know what they’re saying. I told her she’s very beautiful and she’ll have no issues finding a nice guy. She told me that sometimes she feels a bit lonely, because she has no friends. I told her that I had the same, but for now she shouldn’t feel lonely, as we’re just enjoying the late afternoon together. She asked me how old I was and I told her I’m 33. She looked at me and asked me how I thought she was. I told her my best guess is about 15/16?

I looked at her and said; oh oh, maybe it’s better I should go then? She said; no, please don’t go. She was just starting to feel a bit more comfortable and as long as we just talk, there shouldn’t be an issue.

I agreed to stay a bit more. We kept talking a bit about everything and nothing. I confirmed to her that I really liked talking to her and she said she also had a great time. I asked her if she had ever drunk alcohol and she said she didn’t. She asked me if I ever had, and I told her I had been drunk too many times in my life. She asked me what it was like when you’re drunk and I told her that you start getting dizzy and you basically start doing stupid stuff. She asked me; like what? I told her, one of the things is that for me, I always want to start kissing all the girls around me. I asked her, have you ever kissed a boy? Laughingly she said no, she never had. At least, not a real kiss. I got a bit nervous, but I decided I just ask it as a joke: can I kiss you? She looked at me and started laughing nervously. She said, but you’re 33? I said doubtingly; yes? She said, I’m probably a bad kisser, I just told you I never kissed somebody. I told her that’s okay, you need to have a first time for everything at one point, right? I could see her thinking, but eventually she said: okay, yes – you can.