My actual first #kiss was my sister Fiona (ewww) but I assume the question means your first, you know, #butterflies in your stomach, kind of kiss. That was a guy named Brian. He was so beautiful! I always thought he was so much older, but we were actually the same age. He just seemed to know things or have experience or something. I really liked him, but I was also afraid, and I didn't feel like I was on his level. So the eventual first kiss, was actually a sort of goodbye kiss. I think he liked me, but I think he wanted to move on to more, IDK, available girls. He actually looked me up years later, and it seems like his life had turned out pretty well. By most measures I think he's more successful than me. But I had a sense, and I hope I'm not projecting anything, but I had a sense that there was this hole in his life, and that was sort of why he was looking me up. He was married with kids I don't think he wanted anything from me. But I think he thought I possessed this "art" thing that he found interesting. Or that maybe that was what in a way was missing from his theoretically complete life. Anyway it was just really nice to see him again.
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