And its a doozy!
Buuuut…the prompt this week is: your first kiss. I’m not super thrilled with this one. Not because I’m all modest and don’t want to share something so personal. But because of the whole I-have-the-memory-of-an-eighty-year-old thing. Sigh.
And I’m not sure I am at liberty to discuss my first kiss with my husband. In the blog world. Yet. The beginning parts of our relationship are still (five+ years later) still somewhat of a touchy subject. I know, I just totally intrigued you and now you have to know the story now! I’m sorry. I hate when people do that! I’m a jerk. When I get permission, I will spill the whole thing. Pinky promise.
So the moral of this Whatever Wednesday is that I might not be good at Whatever Wednesday. Check back next time. I hope to God I have something of substance for you. Otherwise I’ll make something up.
After thinking about it all last night, I think I remember parts of my first kiss. I was however old you are in 9th grade. Spin the bottle. Romantic, no? And the boy I kissed was 19. Which at the time was awesome for me. But looking back on it…ew. That guy must have been a creeper to kiss someone so much younger!
There! I did it! Come back next week for a [hopefully] more interesting post!