My First Kiss
I am one of those girls that believes you can tell a lot of things with the first kiss, hence why it scared me so much. I dated this guy for 3 months (and he was kind of a jerk). It seemed like every time he'd try to kiss me, there was always someone around. Who wants their first kiss to be in front of their English class in the middle of a hallway, I ask you. I would agonize and wish for me to have enough courage to actually kiss him and not turn away. Well, it never happened, and we broke up.
However, then not so long after I was dumped, the guy (my hot former next door neighbor, no less) that I had given up on liking, asked me out. It wasn't long till the conversation of my first kiss, or lack there of, was brought up and I told him what I thought about the whole idea. He completely understood, and within 3 days, we shared a quick kiss goodnight outside my house by his truck. I don't remember much about it, except coming in giggling, sliding down the wall and hitting my butt on the floor, and cracking up laughing. I was 16 and I couldn't have been more satisfied.