I was 12, some boy i barely knew, friend of a friend who I had a crush on. We were on a roller coaster and right before it went up the big hill he asked if he could kiss me. It was horrible. He didn't know what the fuck to do with his mouth and was more or less jamming his tongue in my face. I maybe watched too many romantic comedies so I believed I had some idea of how it should be. In the following week he told me to post "I love John(name change)" as my Myspace status and put him as my #1. I said no, and we pretty much stopped talking.

Years later he messaged me on facebook and said that was his first kiss, i told him it was mine too. He went into how he must have impressed me so much and I must have been so into it,and maybe we should get together and catch up,since that was probably what I had been longing for all these years. I don't quite remember how I weaseled out of that one, I was nice and cordial, I think I just said the kiss was nice but I was very busy etc. He kept trying to meet up,eventually saying his fiance didn't compare to me. We were 16 at this time.

Now he's a professional DJ and also works at Starbucks. So, that pretty much went as I expected .