The first thing the father used to ask me when he met me was, and this is kind of hard to translate, but its something like "still never been kissed?" or more like "still untouched?" Id get so mad. Now weve made a joke out of it. I say of course, not before my wedding night, and he laughs. Being a perv goes back far in my family, starting with the great grandfather who my grandmother never met, the grandmother who never had a single female friend and married her maths tutor (who also happened to posess a castle), my father, whos friendslist consists mainly of 21 year old gay boys (he just whishes he was one of them), and me... well, no explanation needed. So its genetic.
Me and F were talking about these things in school, like who in our class has ever even kissed someone. The non-virgins are quite obvious, wont name them but its me, her another girl and 3 boys. At least as far as I know, but I cant think or anyone else in my class who I could even picture in that sort of situation. Okay, G (damn it Id do him if it wasnt like illegal), but hes so young.
In case you were wondering, I first kissed someone at 14. It wasnt anything spectacular.
I was asked how many boys Ive hooked up with, and was then laughed at when I had to think and count. Since were on a sixt grade level here, Ill stick to kissing. First one I can remember was at 9, actually, but that was in truth or dare. Another truth or dare at 10. Then making out with someone from my school at 14. Again at 14, messing around with a 19 year old at a party. Then B, my long distance boyfriend who I went to see. Theeen the first gay kiss on my 15th birthday, she blushed and we never talked about it again. The list continues with R, we were sitting by the Rhine and he said the classical "so... what do you want to do to me?"-line (this became an insider...). Confirmation camp that summer, I made out with a reeaally hot boy, just couldnt help myself. I quickly kissed a boy from our school, a 2nd grader, as a dare. Then I broke up with R and made out with a boy from our class... Then T at Ss house. Then the ski camp fling. J, my bf for 3 weeks (and during that time one of the past ones again). When I broke up with J I was pissed off and made out with some random boy at a party, had some contact with him after but nothing really happened, then the boy Im seing in Basel... And D.
So what are we up to? Counting the kisses that lasted for more than 10 seconds, 12 boys. Whoreish. But I only slept with 4 ;)
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