the first girl i kissed, well, she actually kissed me. it was at a movie, some stallone movie, the specialist (now that i've looked it up on imdb.) there were five or six of us there, two of my friends and their girlfriends, who were her friends. having no frame of reference as to romance, as i was a 13 year old boy, i knew what i saw in movies. about how the time becomes right for a kiss. well, that's just not the way it went down, she just damn near sucked my lungs out of my mouth. she dumped me the next day. i have no idea why and i have long since stopped trying to figure out the actions of the fairer sex.
why do i tell you this? i really don't know. i was thinking about it, and figured, that'd make a decent post.
also, i guess my thinking about kissing and romance and sex has always had that romantic edge, where i want to like a girl, and want the girl to like me, rather than just be a randomly available body for the moment. i feel like i am quite rare in this belief. which is not an educated guess, it's just a feeling.
but, hey. feelings are good, right?
so there you have it.