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!