Earlier this week, I was asked to recount the circumstances surrounding my first kiss. Well, if you must know, it was with a girl and didn't happen until high school. I guess I didn't think I would ever get to kiss boys and if you can't kiss boys, what's the rush?
Boy-girl lip-locking did eventually happen for me, though, with the poor soul who holds the dubious honor of having been my one and only girlfriend. We were seated on my blue and green comforter in my bedroom in Rogers, Arkansas, and we were watching an episode of Homicide: Life on the Street.
The stuff of romance.
Wasn't there something about oatmeal in this story?
Posted by: Sare | June 16, 2011 at 07:11 AM
For real? Refresh my memory.
Posted by: Zac Thompson | June 16, 2011 at 02:09 PM
I believe you said, "this feels like oatmeal" or something like that. It might not have been oatmeal but it was some kind of mushy food. I took it as a compliment.
Oh, and I am not a "poor soul". That I take offense to.
Posted by: Sare | June 16, 2011 at 03:53 PM
Haha. I do not remember that. How romantic.
Posted by: Zac Thompson | June 16, 2011 at 09:42 PM