yesterday i visited the place where i had my first kiss.
my friend had planned to introduce me to this friend of his. he said he was a tall guy, perfect for me. my friend was one of the "bad" kids and had decided we could only be best friends as anything else would damage his reputation (really, this is uruguay and you just can't go out with a girl who's the school nerd AND way taller than you. no matter how long those legs may be) so that night, after the usual sneaky beer on the beach, we got to the club and he introduced me to his mate.
and 5 minutes later he had second thoughts, kidnapped me to a dark corner and snogged me so bad i couldn't stop running after him for the next 4 years...his friend then ran after me for the next 4 years.
and that's exactly how it was.
My first one was for a dare and I got paid 5 marks for it (roughly 50 pence). It felt like a dog's lick, nothing like in the novels I had been reading. So I guess, it wasn't really my First Kiss after all...
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