20. Netflix and Chill
Well I was 16, he was 15, we were watching silicon valley in my basement and cuddling, he’d kissed a lot of people before, so he’d said he wanted me to make the first move (he claimed he was worried about rushing me, but considering he kept trying to get me to sleep with him starting like a week later I’d say he was lying). So I kissed him on the cheek, and then he kept pecking me on the lips till I got annoyed at that, and kinda tackled him. That relationship basically just became us making out till he dumped me for a girl I’m pretty sure he was cheating with. Fun story, he was actually my second bf, my first bf was about 6 months before that (I was 16, he was 18), and had physically run away from me when I leaned in to kiss him, then didn’t answer my texts or calls for over a month….
21. The Moment Was Amazing, but….
I was 15, there was this senior in high school who started talking to me, for the first time it felt like someone was interested in me, the nerdy shy fat girl with the huge glasses and braces, and it felt nice to be on the receiving end of someone’s affection, which I had often seen my more attractive friends get.
He asked me to meet him by the staircase to the roof to talk, and we decided to go up, he stood at one step higher than me and asked me if I had ever kissed anyone before. my heart started beating faster and I tried to say no but somehow I could only shake my head. He leaned down and kissed me softly, with the wettest lips ever. Honestly, he practically drooled in my mouth (which I told him later and we both laughed at it together). But he just wanted someone to make out with and have sex with before he passed out of high school and stopped speaking to me and ignoring me at school within a week or so after that.
The moment felt amazing, but somehow I always look upon it with a tinge of sadness. That it meant a lot to me, but I would never mean anything to him.