Saturday, September 8, 2012

diary #10

Age 13. Lola's first kiss.

June 2, 1995.

Name Redacted gave me a rose. He said he would. Then when we went to say bye we hugged and then kissed. It felt weird. He is sweet.

Wow. Could it have killed me to sound a little more jazzed about my first kiss? Maybe an exclamation point? Some ALL CAPS? Nope. Nothing. Just that it was weird. Poor Name Redacted. He purchased a rose and then kissed me. A rose. At age 13, that is as romantic as it gets.

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