A RE-DECLARATION of lip virginity... why does this always happen to me?

Since my last post, I have cause to re-declare my lip virginity. How many times can you do that, you ask? Let me tell you. As many as it takes. As many as it takes until you've directed yourself past the candy aisle of Wal-Mart into the safer haven of the vegetable section where temptation is far and few. I'm hoping my slip-ups are reaching an end, because last night I realized that I'm wading into deep of end of deception where One Tree Hill has got me thinking that true love could be around any corner. Lip-locks have got to start meaning something or I'm wasting my time.

It may have just started raining. *Sigh.* Time to go dance and wait for my knight in shining armor to take me into his arms and - damn. Stupid TV shows, getting my hopes up.

Born Again Virgins

One Tree Hill. The source of a large amount of inspiration for my life. A TV show to be revered above (nearly) all others. The keystone to my soul.

The most recent gem of inspiration I've been bestowed with is the notion of being a Born Again Virgin. Except in my highly sheltered life, I'd like to refer to myself as a Born Again Lip Virgin. After seeing a certain episode of One Tree Hill involving a club full of Born Again Virgins, I was running when I made the startling discovery that I'm not particularly proud of any of my lip-locks. I haven't done a lot of lip-locking in recent months, and I don't see any reason I can't just... start over.

It can equated to starting a race and tripping after just a few meters and then beginning again at the starting line. Or a do-over in "not it" before playing hide and seek. Or a new haircut after breaking up with your boyfriend to prove that you simply don't care what he thinks anymore even though you really do even after trying smooch therapy to help yourself move on and - sorry. Red Tulip came up with that part. If you see her with a new haircut, make sure to be understanding.

Back to the idea of lip virginity renewal... this is me kissing a few guys, feeling cheated out of a good experience, and then stopping the game and clicking "Start Game Over." I reserve the right to tell anyone who asks that I have never been kissed, although I might have to be careful about who is around when I brag about my lip virginity because publishing your scamming experiences on the web means that there are a lot of people who could call me on my bluff... Regardless! I shouldn't have to regret foolish decisions I made in my youth. Speaking of which! It's good to be back on the blog. The new URL name is taken from a song from Moulin Rouge and seemed to be a good title for starting over and renewing our Boy Blog vows. Welcome back.