I had a course in creative writing which I dropped this semester. I didn't like my teacher, essentially that was my reason, maybe it's not a great reason. Anyways, I did get some little pieces of writing done.
This is a short little piece from that class. She asked us to write about our first kiss. Rather than describe it in detail, I wrote about a conversation I had with a friend of mine two years after my first kiss, as we were talking about how I was dating that girl again.
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We were about 3 beers in each, and she wanted to kiss me. It had been built up so much, I couldn't believe it had taken this long to happen, so I moved my mouth the way I thought I was supposed to and we kissed. Then, she said those horrid words you'd hope to never hear: “um, what are you doing?”
Colby started laughing at me hysterically “You didn't know how to kiss? Are you kidding?” I really need to pick and choose my conversations with this guy, he's kind-of a dick for someone I call my best friend.
“That was our relationship round one back in grade 8 man” I blurted. “We only dated for like a week!” He was still going on and making all sorts of comments, bowling over his lanky frame from the laughter. I had to get the words out quickly to stop him.
“Now.. hey man,” I stammered to silence him. “NOW, dude shut the fuck up..” he stopped enough for me to get a word in, “I'm dating her again two years later, and I have no idea what she was talking about! Every other girl I've dated since has told me I'm a great kisser.”
Pure cheese. There was a pause, and then he burst out laughing again, blurting out something like “yeah right man...”
I continued, “it's always gone really well..” I stopped... I started to feel like I needed to assert myself. “In fact, y'know what, I don't even know why I'm dating her again.”
I felt bad about this comment because I really did like her... maybe more as a friend, but I knew the other kids would tease me for dating her.
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