When I was a sophomore in high school my parents finally let me go to a party. I was so excited, but when everyone announced that we were playing seven minutes in heaven my heart started to race.
Would I be able to kiss Steven??? The boy I had wanted since we met in fifth grade. My friends knew I had been crushing on Steven forever, so she suggested we go in the closet together.
My face turned bright red as he grabbed my hand in lead the way. The door closed and I was face-to-face with his beautiful blue eyes. I giggled anxiously, closed my eyes, and leaned in and planted a big sloppy kiss (my first one) on his lips.
But then wiped the slobber off his mouth, disgusted, and said: "Sarah, I'm sorry, but I don't want to kiss you. I'm gay! Can we just sit in here and pretend we made out?" I was shocked.
No wonder he was single. I feel bad my first kiss was a slobbery, forced one onto a gay boy.