16, drunk, with a guy in my year who I'd never talked to before. I only meant a peck on the cheek, next thing I know I have someone's tongue in my mouth
my first proper kiss (unrelated to spin the bottle, 7 mins of heaven etc.) was with a girl that id liked for years, in a deserted park, at night, in the rain. sounds a bit gossip girly, but it was actually brilliant!! However, I was majorly blue balling at the time and was wearing skinny jeans which made said problem a lot worse
Drunk girls are always jumping on me because apparently i look good. However when sober they cant get away from me fast enough proving that autism overrules looks. Sigh