…just as second, third of fifteenth are, actually. All these teen magazines are screaming about the miracle of the first kiss on every corner. Mine was not all that exiting, honestly. There was a guy that I really liked. He was cute, smart, sexy, caring…. What else can the inexperienced sixteen-year-old girl (well, yeah, my first kiss was at sixteen, and not at twelve or thirteen) wish for? I remember that great night at our friends’ house. We were standing together on the balcony, holding hands beneath the milky twilight. My had was dizzy and legs slightly bending – altogether a flattering feeling. He took my face with his hands, gently cradling, and leaned for a kiss…. Oh man, I’d have enough from the regular one, but he tried to do the French kiss…. Later we worked it out good, but that evening was spoiled:-)
One of the last failed kisses was with a guy who had a long nose. And I have a good sense of humor. He poked me, I laughed, he got mad… jerk:-)
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