My parents read mine....
I kept a diary during the mid to late 80s. I had just turned 16 and was happily and regularly boffing away at a girl I was seeing (name definitely withheld) and was using a system of asterisks at the top corner of each page to record how many times we'd had sex that particular day. Along with very thinly-veiled mucky comments about positions, etc. I guess it's just the sort of thing I did back in those heady teenage years...
No problem there then, I hear you say. The thing is, however, the young lady in question wasn't quite 15 at this point, and it didn't help that her dad was my dad's boss. In the Police force.
I remember having been given quite a robust talking to one evening. My protestations that they shouldn't have been going into my bedside drawer and reading my diary in the first place didn't help me out in the slightest and I was banned from seeing (name withheld) from that point on.
That bit was her parents' idea, by the way.

The shame.

Length? Well, I was only 16.
( BobbyParadise, Thu 1 Feb 2007, 17:04, Reply)