Sunday, December 20, 2009

Bravado

I went to an all boys high-school where we had to wear jackets and ties everyday. I wasn't popular. Could hardly talk around girls when I saw them. I had my first kiss at 18 with a girl who I didn't think liked me all that much but was tired of not having a boyfriend. It was horrible. I think we did it because we were tired of being embarrassed about never having kissed anybody. Or, I thought that for a long time. Now I realize I had no idea how she felt. I just couldn't imagine any other reason she'd want to kiss me. That was why I broke up with her, too. It all seemed so obvious that I didn't even think to explain.

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