Dear dumb diary.
This basically is my dairy. I write all my feeling down and let a complete bunch of strangers dictate their thoughts on another complete stranger. Well dictate this- I was sitting at lunch break, eating my friends food as I always do. The "me" replacement for guy number 3 was asked a question by one of her friends. "Is he a good kisser?"
I looked at my friends as I tried to contain my laughter because I knew the answer. I was so tempted to answer the question for myself , making the situation ever so awkward. That would have been fun. To answer the question. Yes. Not just yes. Hell ducking yes. ( don't you just hate auto correct? ). I've kissed 9 different guys and oh my crap. That guy knows what he is doing. Ironic because I have no ducking clue myself, and I know I'm not the only one. Because I too, have had, awful. Awful. Awful. kisses. Like horrid. Like not even joke worthy. Would rather kiss a slug or something with either less tongue or less teeth. It was like kissing a great white shark that had eating a slug for lunch. Cringe worth shit.
