Random Journal Flashback: The Second Girl I Ever Kissed

This is Stephanie. She’s one of the better people I know. The story of the second time we met would be the most romantic story you’ve ever heard if you take the fact that she had a boyfriend out of it. Hooking up with girls with boyfriends, been there, good times. We lost track of each other for most of those turn-of-the century years. Now we’re buddies. We talk about twice a year or so.

I took this picture right after she told me that she was married and pregnant. It was mildly shocking. She also told me she was moving to Arizona. I figured distance would probably kill this twice yearly thing we had going on. But who knows? She called me tonight, which was great. We spent the whole time talking about me, as we usually do. Good times.

She was the second girl I ever kissed. I lost track of the first somewhere in Alaska. The third is married and lives here in Indianapolis. She also doesn’t remember kissing me. The fourth… who cares what she’s doing really? And beyond that your guess is as good as mine. The last girl I kissed… Oh God. I think it was Kaitlin Weichsel. If anybody out there is some kind of silent assassin, please feel free to sneak in and kill me right now. No? Okay. I will go on living having her as my last kiss. But I will not enjoy it.