Day 10: Discuss Your First Love and First Kiss
I don't like PDA (public displays of affection), so why would I want to discuss my first kiss in public?!
Most of you are like, 'what's the big deal? I'm sure it was so long ago..' but see, I married that kisser. And he reads my blog!
I wasn't kissed until I was 17. O.o Yeah, you heard me. In kissing terms that age is ancient and because that age is ancient, I must have had something wrong with me, right?
I was just innocent and plain and everyone's friend.
I made him wait two weeks to even try it.
But I married him for his persistence, his brain that matches my wavelengths, and his ability to make me laugh.
My first love..
I had crushes. I had crushes on Bad Boys. This one guy looked like Jonathan Brandis, oh yeah. Another was baby-faced and tan. If I open my middle-school yearbook and find his picture, it still makes my heart palpitate.
See? I can talk about them because I don't know where they are now!
My first 'boyfriend' was a sham. I was teased and hated and ostracized when the class found out I liked him at the awkward age when I was going through puberty and started to smell. He chased another girl around the playground while I pretended that it was just a cover for our hidden relationship that was mostly in my head.
Then there was the red-headed kid incident, where, like in the book 'flipped', the timing was just not right. I was left pining for my idea of what could have been for years.
Then I had a guy whom my friends claimed I was going out with. I held his hand sometimes, sat with him at lunch, but one day we were like, 'do you think we are more than friends?' and it was a resounding and mutual 'no'.
To love and be loved back was the desire of my heart and the subject of many a whispered prayer.
Until I met my husband.
(insert awww here)
I'd scan and share the prom pictures, but they are SCARY!
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