I once was encouraged, vocally and clearly, by a girl to cross the room and kiss her. It would have been my first kiss or, indeed, romantic encounter of any kind in person.
I didn’t and we just sat on opposite couches until our friends got tired of checking on us and took us our separate ways.
That’s not reliable, either.
I once was encouraged, vocally and clearly, by a girl to cross the room and kiss her. It would have been my first kiss or, indeed, romantic encounter of any kind in person.
I didn’t and we just sat on opposite couches until our friends got tired of checking on us and took us our separate ways.
To be fair, in the era of “first kiss” it’s important to remember that we are all awkward as fuck.
Hell, I still am. Nigh a decade of marriage and six years of parenthood and I still have to consider whether my wife wants to be associated with me.
However, I will admit it’s not… Usually… As awkward as that first time.