Friday, February 8, 2013

My First Kiss

Since it's February, blah blah blah Valentine's Day, blah blah blah getting mushy all over the blogiverse, I thought it was only appropriate to share this memory during this month

The year is 2002.  I am a flat-chested, acne-ridden, brace-faced senior in high school.  So basically, not much has changed in 11 years, except the braces have since been removed.

And I am currently deeply involved in both the band and theatre circles of my high school, which means there are not many boys in my life.  Well, not many STRAIGHT ones, anyway.  So, being in the flute section, I decide that I must use my theatre connections to snag a man.  And being my senior year of high school, I decide it's now or never, in that fatalistic way we all view our final year of mandatory schooling.

It's spring, so the clock is ticking.  I am paired to perform a scene with a member of the opposite sex.  We are rehearsing after school in a hallway when I decide it's Go Time.

Seizing upon the opportunity, I laughingly suggest, "wouldn't it be HILARIOUS if this scene ended with a kiss?  LET'S REHEARSE A KISS."

Of course, it was inconsequential to the scene, but I felt a twinge of pride having finally, at the age of seventeen, kissed a boy.  A boy, that is, who was not also my dog.

And I have been using cunning acts of trickery to kiss boys ever since.

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