Never Been Kissed

Why yes, I am 18 years old and have never been kissed.

Occasionally I am embarrassed about it, particularly when I am in a group of girls that is going around in a circle sharing first kiss stories and then it gets to me and they all look at me with eyes full of knowing and pity and tell me that I should just make a story up.

I was always one for a little bit of cheese so I make up this perfect kiss story, they all clap, and then we continue going around the circle. (What's super awesome is that one of my friends later asks about who the boy was, totally forgetting that the story was completely made up).

But later I remind myself about the multiple opportunites I have had to kiss, and I'm glad that I never took them, because let's be honest, sitting on a filthy park bench at 12:30 at night, being asked by some boy to kiss him because it's his "last night in town" is not exactly what I want to tell my kids about down the road.

It's just that you know when you really like someone, and everyone else kind of pales in comparison? Yes. Because of this you could say that I have become a very picky gal over the years. I know what I want. I'm not expecting perfection, but I do have a pretty good idea about what I'm looking for in a man and just because I am not tempted by every Tom, Dick and Harry doesn't mean that I have issues.

The other night I was sitting around a bonfire discussing my VL-ness with two of my guy friends. One of them was criticizing me for being picky. I told him that I would rather kiss nobody then kiss someone I didn't really like. He then offered to let me kiss him. He was completely serious. I was completely uninterested, although very amused.

I am by no means 'saving' my first kiss for my husband. But should I end up kissing someone and he ends up being the person I marry and I never brush my lips with another soul for as long as I live... I am totally cool with that.

What I'm really trying to get at is that I want to kiss someone I like a lot. Not just someone I'm attracted to, or someone who happens to offer up their lips so that I can "know what it feels like". I want to kiss someone who makes me go weak in the knees, someone who will take my hand and ask me to dance with him on the side of the road just because. Someone who will steal a glance at me when I'm not looking and smile that crinkly smile of his because he adores me so much. Someone who loves me for me. That is what I'm waiting for. And when I am finally lucky enough to be kissed by said man, it's going to be the end of it all. The end of life as I know it. And I am going to be walking on cloud nine because of how absolutley wonderful it all is. It's going to be freakin awesome!