Help! Im being opressed! Last few months the neighboor girl, which is 15 years old, started to take a taste for cooking. Some stuff started to spawn home as result, like tasty chocolate cakes, pankakes, pastas, etc. There is nothing special about this, since her mom is constantly here and my mom and her exchange stuff constantly. I also used to gift them with some stuff from time to time. Its important to note, however, that we do not have real contact, since im an adult male and she is a minor. The close we get is when we have some barbecues and invite them. Yesterday i having a good time with my mom and my father, and my mom started to nag me about finding an wife. I told her that if the neighboor girl kept cooking like this, it seens i already found a suitable partner. At that moment my mom chimped out at me. She started to say me i was a sick person and that she already seen ''stuff'' on my computer. She told me to stop with this crap and so on. All this while my father was listening to the conversation. I told her that i was kidding. No one of them asked me more details about it and quickly changed subjects. When i was alone with my mom i told her some few things; 1- I never touched anyone, i have no contact with that girl and she know that; 2- If she start to spreads rumors like these around, i will get lynched, like constantly happens with inoccent people on this country every time some shit is talked about them behind their back; 3- Im a fucking male, i like young womans, get over it. The more i think about this thing, the more ridiculous it gets. We live in a world where old womans constantly keep policing males like me from young females. What the fuck is wrong with someone with education and a decent job to want a good partner? What is their fucking goal to keep an young 15 years old girl away from me? Will they interveign when these girls start to go around and get involved with broken ass niggers who dont want to have anything with them besides sex? No. The problem it seens, is me. Im the villain here.