The Kiss and the Mono

I was never the party goer type. But when I did, I stayed and did things to regret later on in the future.  This is the story of how I became ridiculously OCD when it came to kisses.  It was one of those nights in college. I was one of the more popular girls. Just…

Best First Kiss, Wrong Guy

My first kiss was with a guy whose name I do not remember nor care to. He was of medium height, skinny with long hair tied in a ponytail, nicely bearded, with an unforgettable handsome face. He was, in fact, gorgeous and was very aware of that fact. He loved to smoke, flirt with girls,…