One hundred and ninety-three

My plans have been shifted, so tomorrow I leave on my road trip across Canada and will be posting first kiss stories from the road.  But first a horrible story from a lovely friend of mine from work:

Lovely’s first “horrible” kiss…

“My first kiss was horrible.  It was disgusting.  I was in grade seven.  It happened at a sock hop (little dance) and it must have been around Christmas time because there was mistletoe.  I was dancing with the grossest, geekiest guy.  His first name was Will.  I can’t remember his last name.  It was brutal.  We got mistletoed and he kissed me.  It was dis-gus-ting.  Grossest thing ever.”

What a way to have a first kiss!