|I did promise I would tell this story
||[Jul. 22nd, 2002|12:25 pm]
So, no shit, there I was, in high school. I had asked out Amy and she said yes. We hung out at the park and talked for our date. I really enjoyed it. Sometime during the date, I asked her if I could kiss her. She told me, "Not today. Maybe in a week," with a smile.
Next week, we were walking together at school near the end of lunch. I reminded her of the fact that it had been a week since that date. She said, "What? Are you trying to say you want a kiss?" I believe my eloquent response was "Well, uh..." By this point, we're near the lockers up near the language building (one side of the building was all English classes, the other side was all foreign languages). Before I realized what was happening, she pinned me up against the lockers and shoved her tongue down my throat. I was far too much in shock in order to react. Before I knew it, she had walked away. I turned to the guy standing next to me (I believe it was his locker that I had been slammed against), and he asked me, "What the hell was that?" I responded "I don't know, but I think I want it again."