Oooof. So, I was thinking of something interesting to tell you guys, and why not tell you about my first kiss? Haha.
So, my first kiss was super bad, as most were. I was hanging out with a guy I didn’t overly like when I was 12 or 13, but the girl I was in love with at the time didn’t have eyes for me. We walked around our old elementary school, through the paths in the little wooded area, and we sat on a rock and talked. At some point, he kissed me (which was okay, he wasn’t the worst at kissing), but he tried to feel me up immediately after. It was my first kiss, I wasn’t ready for much more than that. I got up, and had him walk me to where my friends were all hanging out.
Needless to say, I ended up kissing the girl I liked the next day, since I had the courage of a lioness for a minute. She still didn’t look at me the way I wanted, but it was nice to have her attention for a moment.
