15-year-old
The current Mrs Traitor was 27 when we met, but had a penchant for plaid skirts and ties and was often mistaken for a high school student.

However, back when I was in Canada, I dated an 18-year-old while I was 21. She was half Native Canadian and half Filipina which sounds more exotic than it really is (she didn't know how to use chopsticks and her favourite food was McDonald's).

Yeah, only a three-year gap, which is why this story is about her younger sister, at the time 16. Her boyfriend was 26.

Now, in Canada, that's totally legal. If you're 16, you're fair game, although it's still obviously frowned upon. Thing is, they met when she was 15. They tried to wait until she was legal age, and I'm told they failed miserably.

Around that time, their father, a small-time Filipino gangster, was thrown in jail for dealing drugs or punching someone or something like that. Both of his daughters (he actually had two more older daughters who ran away at a young age) were suddenly homeless. They dropped out of school and moved in to a youth shelter. The younger sister found her sugar daddy and immediately moved in with him (with full approval of her jailbird dad). Meanwhile, the girl I would later date drifted between youth shelters and hospitals until she was 18.

Yeah, quite a family. I'm not going to say what the mother's job was but she died of leukemia long ago. The father and his brother, when they were out of prison, were actually kind of fun to hang around even though they didn't speak English and really didn't live up to my expectations of gangsters. The daughter I dated was definitely the rock of the family, the one they always went to for a loan. Also, because she was legally Native, they would drive her out to the reserve where her treaty status got her a huge discount on cigarettes, which they would then resell at a marked up price in the city. The two sisters struck fortune when they were struck by a car; they weren't injured at all but they both got a payout that was supposed to come when they turned 18. Which meant being homeless until then. The younger sister spent her $20 000 on a Camaro or Mustang or something, which then got scratched up immediately after driving it home.

Anyway, after getting to know the younger sister and her older boyfriend, I saw that statutory ages really don't work in every case. The law was supposed to protect this 15-year-old girl from predatory older guys, but this case was the exact opposite.

In the years they were together, he totally supported her financially, giving her a place to stay and even paying for her to continue high school. I seem to recall he also did all the cooking. She gave him gonorrhea. Twice. Oh yeah, and she was so bitterly jealous, he wasn't allowed to watch any movies other than prison movies, because she wasn't comfortable with him viewing the image of another female. And he did absolutely everything she demanded of him, right up until she finally decided to leave him at age 18 for some scumbag kid who'd started dealing speed for her recently released father.

Let's just say that when her older sister and I broke up, I moved hemispheres.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 3:08, Reply)