Up until high school, I had never had a real boyfriend. It wasn’t that I was ugly, or that I wasn’t capable, it was more so that I had way too high of expectations. I watched one too many Hallmark movies around Valentine’s Day and read one too many “Y/N” stories on Wattpad. Therefore, it was just me and my right-hand index finger. Though I was without a man, I was familiar with the idea of masturbating—and felt no shame i...