"I was 18 when I had my first kiss. My boyfriend invited me over to his family's annual Fourth of July party. I could tell he wanted to kiss me the whole night, but he didn't actually do it until right when I was about to go home. He took me out to his porch and we sat on the porch swing next to each other. It was a little awkward because I knew he wanted to kiss me. Finally he stopped talking and said, "OK, I'm just going to go for it," and kissed me. I was so happy and in a daze that I tripped down the stairs when I walked to my car!" —
