I was having a conversation with my friend, about first kisses. She hasn’t had hers yet, she says she’s waiting for it to be special. And I’m sitting there on the phone with her, completely agreeing, but dying internally knowing that EVEN THIUGH I DON’T COUNT IT, I had my first kiss in the seventh grade girl’s change room with my friend for…fun? Like, idek what I was doing. Why was I so weird…