Thankfully I wasn’t groomed by older players and became bored and went back to Myspace. My dad was less relaxed about the whole thing and I felt 13 all over again confessing what my friend and I had been up to.Until this week I had forgotten all about our secret dining room romps, and I almost wish it had stayed that way.
But soon strange avatars were coming up to us and “kissing” us, “touching” us and asking us to come to their hotel rooms where it carried on.We want to provide you with an environment that is right for you.We are one of the fastest growing adult chat and dating networks.I met all sorts of people, from all over the world, older and younger, and each seemingly as desperate for a true connection as I. Should I be blaming my mother, or my – mostly absent – father for feeling that something was eternally missing? I was born to a woman that didn't much want children, and who fell foul to postnatal depression a good couple of decades before the term was even coined.And for a while at least, it all felt harmless and innocent, and fun. My father leaving didn't help, and for the first six months of my life I was placed with a notional "auntie", a family friend who became my surrogate mother throughout my childhood.