Are we talking real kiss? Because in grade three we had this kissing game behind one of the portables at school. DB was my kiss, and I had a crush on him for years.

Later, there was that guy at the high school dance. I don’t remember his name, and I’m not sure I ever knew it. We kissed on the dance floor, and I recall it as being nice.

There were a few random face-sucking sessions before I had a real boyfriend. Only one made me think I was going through a car wash.

And I swear I wasn’t as tramp-y as this post makes me sound…