All girls dream of their first kiss, their first love. We romanticise it to the point of creating a great anticipation. I was no different, even though I was engrossed in my studies and books; I let my imagination wander and longed for that fairy-tale prince to rescue me from my routine and unnoticed life.

However, my first brush of that kind was with Luis, the most unpleasant and revolting experience I could have ever endured. I washed my mouth out for days and had no intention of ever doing that again. My initial experience was a far cry from the idyllic and romantic descriptions I read in all the...