Kind of. Surprised? Because you thought Kai was my first kiss? Nope. Sorry. Kissing games do not count. But if they did, then technically Austin Janowicky gave me my first kiss. It happened during a game called “Three Minutes in the Closet” at my and Freddie Blue’s birthday party (Virgorama!) last September. Drawing Austin Janowicky’s name was the “Three Minutes in the Closet” equivalent of losing. Happy birthday to me! It was the longest three minutes of my life. The awkwardness was so intense, I’m surprised I wasn’t crushed to death by it. It was like a giant concrete block of awkward. Worse, Austin stunk. Mostly like garlic and tuna fish, but also of worse things, like bad breath and feet. For the rest of the school year, his buddies teased him about making out with me, like he’d done it voluntarily and also like it was something really terrible. I honestly think I got the worse end of that bargain.
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