It's my fault - I found the list of topics and said I would go down them one by one. I'm supposed to write about my worst kiss.
Don't hate me, but I've been seriously racking my brain and I can not for the life of me think of any bad kisses. I've been seriously blessed in the lip locking department (even if they weren't great boyfriends).
I even went through the old diary to see if I could dig up any bad memories and the closest I've been able to come up with was a kiss I shared with a guy at a Jaycee's dance in junior high. I still wrote it was a good kiss, but very awkward because we had to sneak it in when the chaperones weren't looking. Although, thinking back, all the kisses in junior high and early high school were probably not as good as I remember them. It's a simple matter of experience. When you don't really have any, kissing seems great no matter what.
Dear god, now as I am recalling when I started kissing I've realized my son is only a few years away from these same experiences. I think I'll choose to live in denial.
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