Two hundred and eight

Life can’t get any better than this.  I love Vancouver sushi.  And it is so great spending some ‘me’ time wandering the city and reminiscing about when I used to live here.  I went to many of my old haunts, did a bit of shopping on Granville Island, and lots of sushi.  And it’s warm here!

Rita (number two) from Germany’s first kiss

I woke up Marguerita (Rita for short) when I entered my hostel room at 2 pm, slamming the door into the lockers behind it and flipping on the lights.  I didn’t notice her there on the top bunk until she sat up in her bed.  I apologized and turned off the lights, but then somehow managed to keep being clumsy and making noise.  “I should get up,” she said.  “I didn’t sleep last night, but I have only two days here.  What’s your name?”  After introductions and stories about both our adventures to get here (she’s from Germany and is on a month-long trip across parts of the United States and Canada), I brought up my blog.

“I was 14.  We were going to a party.  You had to be 18, but I wore lots of makeup.  It was with a boy who was 15.  My friend said all the girls wanted to be with him.  He looked good.  We were sitting on the floor together, then we were dancing.  He just pulled me and kissed me.  It wasn’t very nice.  I was like ‘yay, I was kissed’, but it wasn’t romantic or special.  Before I didn’t know what to do or how to do it.  Then it happened and I was worried it would always be that way.  It was wet all around my mouth.”  Rita made a circle with her hand to show it was wet about an inch circling her lips.  “I thought why would people like to kiss then?  Not very nice.  But I realized when I got older that it gets better!”

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