When I was 15 I met a guy three years older than me over the internet and we became fast friends, talking for hours each day. After two years and failed attempts at dating other people, he admitted he had a crush on me since the moment we first talked. I felt the same (the nights I spent thinking of him doing all kinds of things to me are still fresh in my mind) and we started dating. The kicker? He lived halfway across the world and I was living in an abusive household so we weren't able to meet eachother untill I escaped. A year later, I moved in with my estranged siblings and he and I made plans to meet. I was 18 and he was 21 when we first met and were pleasantly surprised that our online chemistry worked just as well in real life. We rode home and I set him up in my room.