I was a very shy teenager, and so was my boyfriend. I was in sixth grade and he was in seventh in a small town named Hinckley. We has been dating for about three months. A lot of sweaty hand holding, actually watching movies, and talking about nothing in particular. We often came close to kissing—we both knew that both of us wanted to kiss—but neither of us had enough courage to do make the first move.
Finally, while sitting on my living room couch, he decided to go for it. We talked about the weather (really), then he leaned forward. I put a pillow up to my face to block him! He kissed the pillow.
I wanted to kiss him sooooo badly, but I was to nervous to let him get close. So I moved away, down the couch. He moved closer. We talked about the movie (who cared!), he leaned forward again. I blocked him again!
I moved to the end of the couch. He followed, we talked. He leaned...I stood up! (I must have had a spasm in my legs.) I walked over near the front door and stood there, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed, and said impatiently, "Well, are you going to kiss me or not?"
"Yes", he said. So I stood up tall, closed my eyes tight, puckered my lips and faced him. I waited...and waited. (Why isn't he kissing me?) I opened my eyes; he was coming right at me. I smiled.
HE KISSED MY TEETH!
I could have died.
He left.
I wondered if he told anyone about my clumsy behavior. Science I was so extremely and painfully shy, I practically hid for the next summer. Causing me to never have a date that whole summer. As a matter of fact, when I walked down the hallway at school, if I saw a boy or him , I quickly stepped into the nearest room. And these were guys I've known science kindergarten.
The first year at the high school, I was determined not to be shy any longer. I wanted to learn how to kiss the right way with confidence and grace. I did.
In that spring, I went home. I walked into the latest hangout, and who do you suppose I see sitting at one of the tables, it was him my old kidding partner. I walked over to his table and tapped him on the shoulder. Without hesitation, I took him by his arms, dipped him back over his chair, and kissed him with my most assertive kiss. I sat him up, looked at him victoriously, and said, "So there!"
He pointed to the lady next to him and said to me, "Siarra Kubesh, I would like you to meet my girlfriend."
