How was your first kiss? (Prompt courtesy: https://thecoffeemonsterzco.com/en-ca/blogs/midnight-blogging/journaling-prompts)

This is quite a personal question. Lucky for all of you, I’m an over-sharer.

I do remember my first real kiss, only because of the awfulness of it.

In high school, I was homely. A plain jane. My best friend was a bombshell. She always had a boyfriend. I rarely did.

When we were in grade 10 she had a boyfriend who had a very cute “skater boy” best friend, and I had a major crush on him. I knew he was way out of my league. He barely paid attention to me.

June of that year, at the graduation party for the kids who were graduating from grade 12, called Safe Grad, he asked me to dance. To a slow song. I was more than a little mortified.

Excited, but scared silly. The next thing I knew I had a tongue in my mouth and I wasn’t really sure what to do about it. I’m sure it was my lack of reciprocating that ended it. The dance ended.

I never laid eyes on the guy again.

I wonder if it was maybe a dare. By his friends.

Anyway, I looked him up on Facebook once and he’s pudgey, and not the cute kind of pudgey, and bald. And not the sexy kind of bald.