Exactly one year ago, I had my first kiss. It's a little sad that I hadn't had my first kiss until 3 days before my 20th birthday, but that's how it went. It wasn't even like I was expecting it, or even wanting it really. My friend and I had gone to an 18+ club for a St. Patrick's Day party. somewhere around 1am I was dancing and there was some guy dancing behind me. he wasn't really dancing with me, but he did happen to bump into me every once in a while and then somehow it morphed into us dancing together. Don't ask how it happened, I don't know.
The next thing I knew, there was a tongue in my mouth.
after that charming experience, I felt the need to soak my tongue in
mouth wash. I kept popping mints to try and get the feeling off my
tongue.
I ended up asking my friend if she wouldn't mind leaving early. The atmosphere that had pulled me along had broken, and I just felt uncomfortable. She said she didn't mind, but I feel like our friendship hasn't been the same since.
Yup. That's how it happened. So romantic. I'm so glad that my first kiss was with a drunk underage idiot that I didn't know at all. although I did later find out that his name was Levi, he was 20, and he was Romanian.
On a side note, I also found out he lived near the big pink porn store with his parents who apparently didn't approve of him bringing girls home.
I don't know why I wanted to write this, but it seems like an important moment that I should write out. people want their first kiss to be with someone they really like, they want it to be sweet and after a date or something. I guess that's just not how it happens for everyone.
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