I sometimes got attention from men-- men over 21, when I was 14 and 15, because I had big boobs, and high cheekbones, so I looked older. I never did get comfortable with it, and I never really knew who was a creep, and who thought they were hitting on an 18-year-old. My uncle was a college professor, and I was in a college town, so a lot of times I got hit on at the university library, or other campus places, while wearing a university sweatshirt, and carrying a dance bag (it was before backpacks were ubiquitous, and a lot of teenage girls, including college students, carried dance bags, and guys carried gym bags). If I’d had a backpack, it would have looked more “high school,” but I wasn’t consciously trying to look older. I used to dance in New York, so I had a dance bag.
In odd moments, I’d try to think of a casual way of saying “You know, I’m 15.” “I’m in high school.” I think most guys would have backed off, and the ones who didn’t were probably the ones who were 18 or 19, not 21 or 22. In fact, when I was 16, and a junior in HS, I did date an 18-year-old freshman, and at 17, and a senior in HS, I dated a 19-year-old college student.
Some things I’ll never know. There was one guy who was a real creep, and scared me. He looked at least 30, probably older, and when I was 14, he grabbed my ass in the library stairway, and told me he wanted to kiss me. But he took no for an answer, and left. Since I have no way of knowing how old he thought I was, I don’t know if he was a pedophile, or just a douche.