Full disclaimer this is not so much of a “gone wild” story, but something that felt extremely passionate for me at the time, and I wanted to get down in writing.
My first very intense and toxic relationship, at 18 years of age, was coming to an end after my then boyfriend cheated on me while he was on a trip abroad. As it happens with first relationships, my world came crashing down, and I handled the situation badly. I was hurt, but I wanted to keep trying to save the relationship.
We “took a break” to think things through, but it was agreed that we wouldn’t be with other people during the break.
During that time I got really really close to a friend who constantly made me laugh, who I flirted with shamelessly, and who was just refreshing and there for me at a really hard time. He was also 100% what I would later label as “my type”. He probably defined what my type would later be. He had a no bullshit approach to my relationship situation and encouraged me to just dump the guy. He was totally right, but I was blind to it at the time.