Our First Kiss

          The tale of our first kiss has been kept a closely guarded secret. Besides a sister or two, I'm not sure that anyone else knows the story. Until now. Angel has decided that since we've now been married nearly 3/4 of a year, it's safe to let those who are curious know how it happened. For the record, I do not endorse the habit of kissing guys just because they ask you to. Angel was the only guy I tried that with, and it worked out for me, but it doesn't seem like a very responsible habit to get into.

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It was the day before I moved to another country, and my friend Angel hugged me goodbye. Only, after the hug, he didn't let go, but kept his hands around my waist.

"I know you wouldn't want me to kiss you....but I wouldn't mind if you kissed me!" he said.

The suggestion came as such a shock that I started to laugh immediately. The way he asked appealed to my sense of humor, so my first thought was, "Hang the consequences, I'll kiss him."

Quickly, before I changed my mind, I kissed him. He was surprised because he thought my laughter indicated a "no way" answer. His response to my kiss was a shocked, "Wow, um, next time, a little warning would be nice!"

We both laughed, and went our separate ways, good friends as ever. My first kiss was when I was 17—On May 25, 2009, at 8:22 pm.

I guess I should have cared a little more for the consequences of that kiss, because 8 months later, he called me, asking, "Do you ever think about the time we kissed?" A year and a half after our first kiss, we were married.