Yoda, yes I'm proud. Not that she was 17 or I was 22. But proud of the fact that I got to go out with a tremendous girl who I still care about to this day, even if we're only friends now. I don't know if her parents knew if we were having sex or not nor was I going to ask them if they knew. It was our private consentual lives. But if you ask me, they probably did know. For one, they're not stupid. Two, she was 17 and well aware of what sex was. Three, her parents knew she wasn't a virgin. So I'm pretty sure her parents knew we were having sex or some heavy petting. And I'm sorry. I saw nothing wrong with the fact that I was 22 and she was 17. Sorry. First of all, that's a very north american concept. Granted, I live in the US, but where I'm from, if a 17 year old girl dates a 22 year old guy, it's not that big of a deal if the parents approve. And I had her parents consent to date her. They had no problem. So, what about my brother? He was 20 and she was 16. They've been married for 10 years and are extremely happy. Should he be ashamed? He has every right to feel proud. Because he loves her and she loves him. Fact is, it is relative. I go by it on a case by case basis. And sometimes you can't help it. Sometimes you meet someone special or fall in love with someone and you can't help that. The chemistry is there. I dated that 17 year old. But trust me, if she was some immature floozy, no way in hell would I have dated her.