First kisses are so overrated.
Sixteen years of waiting for the monumental spit exchange that would magically make me some sort of grown up, beautiful woman -- I say this with sarcasm -- it did not happen.
I thought my first kiss was going to be something special? Like in the movies. I'm not going to lie: I was shooting for a Nicholas Spark's movie, orchestrated, romantic as hell kiss.
But we learn that they don't always turn out that way, and that's okay.
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The Fourth Year
RandomRandom thoughts on friends, family, class, people, and my fucking SENIOR year etc.