I was 13 on a very wet and cold winter night. I used to hang around with this girl in school after school finished whilst we waited for her to go to guitar lessons. I decided that I would kiss her.
For some reason, I thought it would be romantic to kiss her in the cold wet rain, so I forced her to come outside. After walking around for like 20 minutes and getting my bum wet by sitting on a soggy bench and trying to get her to sit down too, we went back inside. To the library we went.
After we were done wringing out our dripping hair, I said to her, 'Hey (Insert Name), I really like you, you know.'
'Aw that's sweet,' she said, nervously looking at in every direction except at me.
'Do you feel the same way?' I tentatively ventured.
'Mhmm,' she nodded.
'Excellent,' I concluded, as if I had just gone over a chemical equation I had balanced to make sure it would work. Faster than a gooey frog's tongue could zip out and catch a fly, I slammed my lips on hers. My eyes were closed. I wonder if I missed.
As I pulled away, she choked out 'Well at least you're not a kiss-virgin anymore...'
I walked back home shaking like a seismograph that night, but it wasn't from the tiny, cold spears stabbing my skull and seeping through my navy blazer.