Yet Another First Kiss Story

It was a warm July 3rd in the evening after a long day of practicing, technique, and the workplace. I felt like the farthest thing from pretty as we sat on his rooftop talking. It had been a long day, so he decided to take me to a movie. My hair had been thrown into a haphazard ponytail/ braid and my makeup was scarce. And yet, he thought I was beautiful. After the movie we had gone back to his house and sneaked onto the roof where we sat talking about everything. SJ: “So, What would you do if I kissed you right now?” (Oh Shoot!! Now is the time to say something perfectly feminine, Romantic, Cute…) BJB: “um…. I don’t know, maybe you should just do it and find out….?” (This is where I should have quickly stood to my feet and jumped off the roof, plummeting to my death in order to save myself from the months of regret for that awful comment!)/(Smack head on wall)/(There goes romantic, feminine, cute, whatever). However, I resisted and stayed sitting as he smiled then leaned in and kissed me. Let’s just say that I was pretty much terrified to be kissed. It seemed gross and slobbery and surely, I would make some humiliating mistake which would once again prompt a quick escape off the roof. But it was perfect. He was perfect. I was happy. So yeah. That’s the phenomenal story of how Blue Jean Baby lost her virgin lips…. Any thoughts?