My first kiss went alittle like this…
It was at a dance. Was dresses up in a white dress, high heels, the works. Oh and my hair was curled. Look like a hottie. lol. So he had been flirtin it up with me, and I had been flirting him up, and we had this little joke we made up about how I needed to kiss an Irish boy because they can really kiss or so I believe. He promised to do it since he is Irish. I was like yes please.
So anyway, he finally did it, but I had to pull him into a back room. ;) so worth the wait. So wanna again. So want HIM to do it again. Cue the dramitic sigh.
