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First Kiss

I found this picture of Britton and I. This was at the Valentines Day dance the day after I got my first kiss.
Please take note of the Pop Top necklace, the many, many, many rasta bracelets, and tutu. Oh, and that eyeliner. It's so funny, when I try to put eyeliner on now, my eyes cry all day. But back in the day I could pile that stuff on like nobodies business!

Back to my first kiss. It was awful. Disgusting. I can't even remember the guys name. I remember what I was wearing, my black 3/4 sleeve v neck and a green tank top. I remember it was almost Valentines Day and I'd been 16 for five months. I was in the middle of an unrequited love horror that would never happen, and so when one of the older girls from church gave a guy my number saying we'd be great together, I didn't think much about it. I was flattered to have a guy texting me! When he asked if I wanted to meet at the mall, I went for it. I was under the impression that we were meeting with said older girl as well, but it was just us. 

We walked around for a bit, and then he said he wanted to play hide and seek at Walmart, so could I drive him there? Yeah, on my first kinda sorta date I had to drive. So we went to the Walmart and played hide and seek. Honestly, I think hide and seek is super lame and I thought it then too. But, this was a boy who was talking to me! After Walmart he asked me to drive him to a park because it was super cool. In all honestly I was freezing cold and thought that hey, this might be romantic, with someone else.

Then he asked me to drive him home. So I did, but I texted Kelsey and told her where I was and blah blah blah so if I died she could find me. Looking back this was very idiotic to do! But I'm still here! So, I drove him home. He said that since he'd seen my car, I should see his car. So he went into his house and got his keys and then showed me his car. I sat there, wanting to go home. He said something about wanting to take me to REd Robins sometimes, which I was ok with because I love that place. Then, it was awkward and quiet. So then he slowly leaned over to kiss me. I saw it coming and could have stopped it if I wanted to. I didn't though. I was faced with this life milestone and I wanted to know what it was like! So I closed my eyes and sat there. He just touched me with his lips for a second. I'm sure he figured out I had no idea what I was doing so he pulled away, gave me a hug, and I never heard from him again. 

I drove home, feeling really weird and gross. I'd had my first kiss! And it was gross. I didn't feel anything. I called Kelsey and told her what happened. Then I went and wrote in my journal what happened because apparently you're supposed to document first kisses. I don't have that journal anymore which I'm really sad about because I want to know what I said! So, I'm putting down what I remember here for one day when I can tell my daughter about my first kiss. 

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  1. AnonymousMay 8, 2014 at 5:12 PM

    This is so funny! My first kiss was too my hubby, but it was terrible. It was a goodbye kiss, before I got on the bus to go home, and it was the most awkward thing ever with my sister on the bus and the kids watching. :p I know exactly how you feel. :)

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