The duration of my first “real” job (sales clerk at the Boys Dept at JC Penney) began and ended in exactly the same time span as my first “real” relationship.  I was a senior in high school (yes, a late bloomer, but I made up ground later), and I discovered at the end of it that I had no more money in my savings account than when I had started the job.  I had essentially spent every dime on that girl.  Touching boobs was indeed an expensive undertaking.