I see people writing about their first kiss… My turn!
October 20, 2008…
Rehearsal for the play was canceled that day. I didn’t have a ride home at the time, so I took the bus with my friends to their neighborhood (and my mom would just pick me up from one of their houses).
So, I sat on the bus next to the guy (he’s one of my best friends. He liked me the year before, actually. But he was over me at this point)
So yeah, I sat next to him on the bus. We waited until the very last stop to get off, so we would walk around and spend time together (because we never get to do that!). So we walked around for a while, and then he stopped and he said “You know, I never got to kiss you when I liked you”. And I just said “Oh, umm…”
And he came over and kissed me on the cheek, so I kissed him on the cheek….
Then he kissed me on the lips. And I pretty much died at that point.
So there. That’s my first kiss story. It’s also the “Why I started liking this guy” story.
Also the “why my life sucks” story.
