posted on Feb, 24 2014 @ 10:49 PM
reply to post by Rodinus
My first was later than most - me being 18, and Sarah 15 (or as I refer to her now, "She who must not be named"). We were both being driven home
from a party, in the backseat of a car - The full moon was shining in through the back window, her favorite song on the radio, and she had a rough
night. What happened after was a bit of a blur as I still have no idea who started it, but we definitely did a long, wet kiss. Sadly, they say your
first one is burned into your memory forever.
The sadder part is that someone wanted me to stay at the party, and I turned her down, all because I was played like a fool
universe self upside the head to prevent mistake from happening there as well**.
5 years later, I can't forget - despite the fact that we don't get along, I have to say, she was a good kisser.
PS: I didn't need to practice on stuffed animals; us trumpet players practice kissing all the time, which means we are good at it