Remember your first kiss, or in my case your first attempted kiss?
I was so nervous about kissing my very first date, that I asked a number of friends for advice about how to play it cool. Following their advice, I walked up to her door at the end of an enjoyable evening, and extended my arm to lean against the door like I was some kind of James Dean character. Darned if it didn't ring the door bell by mistake, and moments later her father appeared. The door opened and the date ended before I could kiss my date good night.
As fate would have it, I unexpectedly ran into that girl (now a beautiful woman) at my 30th high school reunion in October of 2003; and retold the story as I had many, many times to the great amusement of friends. To my surprise, she did not even realize that I was trying to kiss here that night, and all the embarrassment that I have carried for years was for naught.
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