Oops, My Boyfriend

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Caleb asked me, "Is this your first love?"I was flustered. Do I really look like the honest virgin type?People usually ask, "How many times have you been in love before?" But no, he just had to ask it this way.And the worst part was, it was true.Someone once said that those who haven't dated in college are either hideously ugly, mentally unstable, or both.That's just ridiculous!I told Caleb, "How could that be? The line of people who chased me stretched from the Statue of Liberty to the Hollywood Sign. My first boyfriend looked just like Brad Pitt, and then he went to study in France. He wanted to take me with him, but I couldn't leave my sister and mom behind, so we had to break up."I widened my eyes, hoping to make him believe me.He chuckled, "That's a pity."I responded, "Aren't you jealous? What about your first love?"He said, "My first love was in kindergarten. I used to walk her home, but now I don't even remember her name."I pressed, "Don't dodge the question. How many girlfriends have you really had?"He stayed silent.A long pause.Still silent.I urged, "Come on, answer me."He replied, "Quiet, I'm counting."I never did get a straight answer about how many girlfriends Caleb had.My sister scornfully said I was dumb. I retorted, "If I were dumb, could I have made it to grad school?"So, it's not that I'm dumb, it's just that he's too crafty.Once when I asked him, he diverted the topic all the way to Spain. In the end, he patted my head seriously and said, "Sweetie, history is meant to be forgotten."If my sister had been there, she would have hammered him for that; she's a history major.Another time, I pointed at his nose and demanded, "Confess and it'll be easier on you!"Instead, he leaned forward—and took my finger in his mouth.Mother of God, I almost forgot my own mother then, who cares how many girlfriends he had?Alright, I stopped asking about those things. No matter how flowery his past, now he's in the palm of my hand.We did everything that couples do.Don't get the wrong idea; I mean eating together, shopping, watching movies.I've had countless meals, walked numerous streets, seen endless movies, but never have I felt as happy as I do now.Just being by his side, the joy bubbling from my heart is unstoppable.With him, anywhere feels like heaven. This must be what it's like to be in love.I find myself falling for him more and more.My friends asked, "Have you guys kissed?"I said, "On the cheek."They scoffed, "That's nothing, get ready."Ready for a kiss? How does one prepare for that?Whenever I had a moment, I'd practice kissing my own hand in seclusion.It was like rehearsing a thousand times for just one moment.That day finally arrived.In the movie theater, I had just taken a sip of Coke when he called my name. I turned, and his lips were on mine.Mother of God!Who said kissing a hand was anything like the real thing?!My whole body trembled!It was a taste... better than any marshmallow fluff I'd ever eaten!In the dark, my cheeks were still flushed, my heart racing.He whispered with a laugh beside me.Blushing, I looked at him.He cupped his hand over his mouth, chuckling, "And you said you've been in love before, you're fooling no one."Thanks God!