Not a kiss

I remember high school. I'm sure you do too. I remember specific things better than others. It could be the haze of marijuana from parts of my high school experience. It could be selective memory turning off the pieces i don't need or don't want. I do remember the escapades. I remember where I "made out" with girls. I remember where I had sex with girls. I remember flirting and learning the harsh realities of making a mistake in a relationship for the first time.

I remember the girl that wouldn't kiss me. We had been "dating" for a bit. I'm not sure how we had decided that we were "dating" but that's what we were doing. We went skiing every Wednesday as a part of the ski club. She and I would sit in the back of the bus (a place of importance amongst the ski club.) We would flirt and tease, but she would not kiss me. Not once. We "dated" for a few weeks. Then i found a girl that would kiss me. Actually, she attacked me in my own bedroom. That was awesome.

Random story of the evening. I hope you enjoyed it more than I enjoyed reliving it as I wrote it. She was damn cute. I'll always be upset that I never had the opportunity to kiss her. She had great lips.