I wanted to ask an easy question for once. Where were you when you first kissed or were kissed?
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This past weekend, I went on my first date with a cute, older guy from my college town.
After he took me out to eat, we went to his place and drank a little, watched movies, and cuddled on his couch.
A few hours later I told him I was tired, and he asked me if I wanted him to take me home. “Or,” he said, “You could always spend the night here. My sheets are clean.”
I was finally like, “Okay... I’ll just stay here,” my desperation for some male attention overriding my he-probably-just-wants-to-get-in-my-pants assumption. He wasn’t like that, though –- he was really sweet and perfectly happy with just cuddling.
After a while, I could feel his face move closer to mine (I was leaning the other way), and he was over me and I could just tell that this was it -- he was about to kiss me. And he did. And the thought of it still gives me butterflies.2