The First Kiss
Oh the first kiss, beautiful huh? Not really dude... That awkward moment when everybody is talking about it, dreaming about it, even practizing... and for god sake that was lame, skinny, horny virgin freshmen with a terrible acne and a disgusting moustache thinking of "make out" as a rush...
So! Here you are, and there is the girl... you man up and deep in yourself you know you're fucked up and if you fail theres no back up.
And you go, and that's the path of death, all your friends hoping the best are crowd now, there is nothing holding you back and in your confidence there is no lack, you start walking and stand to fight the beast... And you start talking, everything at first is completly awkaward, she is looking at you, she's looking at your moustache, she is looking at your acne... so you are talking and god! That first minute is hell, but then you keep talking and talking and talking, and the words start flowing.
And boom! As a hit in the face, the silence begins, she looking at you, you at her and you start thinking, your balls go away, your insecurities fly to the skies... "should I do it, should I don't, should I do it? Should I don't?" And you do it... in that fraction of second the mouths and lips are getting closer and closer, you look back at your bros, you look at god, you look back at your video tutorials of last night... and you succeed, go back at your friends laughing, the lights turn on, and pam! She was fat.
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