Michelle asks about my first kiss. <\/p>\n
It may be difficult to believe now, but I was quite the ladies’ man back in the sixth grade. I was a terrible flirt and girls would actually compete with each other to hang out with me during recess. It was probably the high point of my romantic life. Yes, I realize how sad that must sound. <\/p>\n
Anyway, I had my eye on a particular girl in my class–Melanie. She had brown hair and big wet eyes. We had taken to spending a lot of time together and I had an inkling that she might like me as well. My friends knew all about this and decided to move things along. One day while my friends and I were in the school library, they suddenly pushed me into a quiet corner between bookshelves. Melanie was waiting there. She didn’t say anything. She just leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. My usual gift for words left me and I think all I could manage was a dreamy “Wow!”<\/p>\n
Not much became of me and Melanie. We went to separate schools for seventh grade and I never saw her again. But it seems appropriate that I was surrounded by a hushed audience of books when a girl kissed me for the first time.<\/p>\n
Thanks for making the first annual Since You Asked Week such a success. We’ll have to do this again sometime. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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