Doing this week's writing from @bloghomework!
Let me tell you about my first kiss. I was a cute, nerdy, very shy 14 year old. I had come out at 12 as "bisexual" and was just learning to fit into a Houston suburban school. It was different from most schools in the area because there was no predominant of race or stereotype--it truly was a melting pot where anyone could fit in--anyone except me, it seemed.
In science I met this cute emo girl. She was a sophomore (I felt so fancy). We chatted through notes and got to know each other. Her name was Daniela. I told her I had never kissed anyone. She said we should fix that, dragged me into a bathroom. The girls bathroom was set up in such a way there was a partition that obstructed the rest of the bathroom from the door. Since there were girls int he main room, it was behind this partition that I had my first kiss. It was...well, I was bad. I did not know what I was doing. I figured it being my first kiss and being unlearn-ed in the way of the tongue, Id start slow with my lips slightly parted. She came at me with what only can be described as a whirling vortex of tongue and spit. What met in the middle? Questionable.
It was awkward. She said, and I quote, "That was weird." I said "yeah". We kind of left after that. I didn't do anything with her from them on as I was so embarassed. I remember her saying a few months later she was upset after that that I hadn't pursued it. Thus started a long, lukewarm, awkward relationship wit da ladeez.
Yeah. My first kiss.