Every teenage girl believes that her first kiss will be magical. It won’t be. I hate to burst your bubble, but it just might be the most agonizing and awkward few seconds of your life. Here’s just an example of what might happen.
You will get up hours before needed to begin getting ready. You will pick out four different outfits and end up wearing the first one anyways. You will do your hair and put on some cheap make up that you can hardly notice you even applied. You will sneak into the bathroom and steal a spray, or six of your mom’s overly expensive perfume. You will wait for your mom to get home and you will grab a ride to the county fair. When you get to the fair you will meet your boyfriend and his annoying, yet funny best friend. You three will awkwardly walk around ride to ride and all you will think about is the second you will get alone so you can have your first kiss. Finally, the best friend will walk away to get some chicken wings at the food cart. You and your boyfriend go on the ferris wheel. Around and around you go and he’s furiously texting his mother about his curfew. He will get angry when he realizes its really soon. He will turn and say “Let’s get this over with,” then kiss you. In that moment your hair will blow in his mouth and it will be awful. He will smell like cheap cologne and nervous sweat. You wont look at each other for the rest of the ride and you will see his best friend waving vividly while filling his face full of wings.
If your first kiss is terrible they have to get better, right?
autumnrockefeller 