The first kiss I really remember happened when I was very little. I had a thing for boys in little shorts. It made their legs look spiffing. Actually I think that MY legs look quite spiffing in my little skirt!
After that I learned boys had cooties! I spent months disinfecting myself and it took me years to realize that boys, in fact, do NOT have cooties.
However, it was hard to break the habit of dodging whenever a boy came my way, lips puckered.
To break the habit, I practiced kissing with things between me and my current love. First it was windows.
Then I progressed to fences.
And on to nets.
And when I graduated from nets, I didn't need anything between us for the magic to happen, which everyone knows means rainbows!
And then I went through a period of being Asian....
When I got better, quite a while later, I was a little tired of kissing so I only went as far as hand holding. It was a sweet time.
A few days later, I joined the circus, where I played a a fish clown and I started dating another fish!
This is how we had to go out in public, because people look down upon fish clown love. We could only kiss like this.
That was a rather itchy and wet relationship, therefore it did not last long. We had a rather awkward ending so I had to leave the circus. It was a sad day, full of much less laughter than my days under the big top as a fish clown.
Then, I fell in love with my house painter. It was a messy relationship, to say the least.
I didn't stay with him long, just until the whole house was painted pink. It took me forever to find someone worthy of my kisses after that. I was starting to go through withdrawals. I had no one to kiss myself, but I shoes found their perfect match!
Lucky them!
One day, when the lack of kissing was really getting to my head, I just kind of attacked this poor boy. One second he was just walking by and suddenly we were in a bush....
Soon afterward the boy died.
I haven't kissed a boy since.
The end.
Love,
Geri!
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Love it. totally hilarious.
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