Remember in my last post how I mentioned that I have never had a romantic relationship? Well.. up until last summer that also translated into kissing. I know, I know. Kind of crazy. I went 21 years of my life without kissing anyone.
And then I went to Italy.
There I was, a little innocent, fresh-eyed American, just strolling through the markets in Florence with my mother. Now, these markets are amazing. You can get such good deals on everything! Plus I LOVE their scarves. So I was searching for a leather jacket. These jackets were ridiculously good looking. I really wanted one. And then the vendor started trying to convince me to buy one. To preface it, these jackets are at least $120. And I did not have that sort of money. So what do you do? You bargain. My mom got tired of me trying to convince him, so she went to the next vendor. So here I am, bargaining for a good deal on an amazing jacket when all of the sudden... the vendor kisses me! And it was not just a little smooch. It was a full on passionate kiss. (on his part. Although he was pretty attractive.) I was flipping out. Little innocent me didn't know what to do! So I finally separated myself from him and I just walked away. I had no idea what was happening. It was all a blur. I went to find my mother and the first thing that I said to her was "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?" And that was that.
Now, I have only ever kissed three people. And here are the other stories.
The next kiss wasn't really anything. In fact, you have already heard the story. Squints was my second kiss. One that I shared with two of my best friends. It was a strange night indeed. (No, I was not the tall gorgeous one that he wanted to kiss.) And like the Friendly Kisser, I had a thing for volleyball boys. So of course I would kiss him. 'Nuff said.
The third story however is what takes the cake.
I recently moved to a different city. I knew nobody in this town. Until I found out that I had some second cousins here. They were boys around my same age and pretty fun to hang out with. Now my roommate and I had just bought a TV and we wanted to have a party to break it in. So I invited my cousin and his friends to come join us. They showed up around 8 or so and we started to play Super Smash Bros. (A favorite of mine.) We quit playing around midnight, so they could leave and go home, but that was not to be. They saw that I had Inception and they wanted to watch it right that moment. So we watched the movie, then we just sat and laughed about nothing until around 4. By this time, my roommate was asleep, one of the boys was asleep on the floor. And the other 4 of us remained semi-conscious. So two of the boys, my cousin and his friend, sat on one couch, while myself and The Ripped One, sat on the other. We decided to start another movie. Genius. Basically what happened was that everyone fell asleep. And then after the movie finished, the other friend fell asleep on the floor, my cousin went and stole my bed, and then The Ripped One stole my half of the couch, so I took his half. Then I was freezing. And what do you know? The only blanket semi-available was being used by the Ripped One.
It was now 7 in the morning. We were sharing a blanket. He was gorgeous (and ripped). What would you do in this situation? Well I probably could have made a smarter choice but... oh well. We started playing footsies. And one thing led to another and we ended up making out. Wait, what? His best friends were asleep on the floor, my cousin was in the other room, and there we were making out. Stranger things have happened I guess... Since then, have I really talked to him? Occasionally. But apparently he got a girlfriend a couple of weeks after. So. NCMO. Yay. Also another thing to mention. He is only 19. He was a freshman when I was a senior. It appears I have a thing for young ones....
So these are my kissing stories. All three of them. And each one of them is absolutely ridiculous.
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