Friday, August 6, 2010

I'm back

So, it's been a while. I feel that I must apologize to my throngs of faithful readers....*cough*... I'll take the sound of crickets chirpping as you accepting my apology. I was on vacation. And Vacation= mountains. Mountains= no electronics, no reception of any kind, even if I did take electronics. But I'm back now. I had a wonderful time, thanks for asking.



So, my last post was pretty much my high school experience. Post highschool we were still friends. She had a boyfriend, and we hung out with another couple, my other bestfriend and her boyfriend. I was the 5th-wheel, all the time. But it worked for us. And I never felt out of place, mostly because I was sure that both of them liked me more than they liked their boyfriends.

My favorite game? Ever? Truth or Dare. Especially when played with horny boys. Why? Cause anyway it starts, you ALWAYS end up taking off your clothes or making out with someone. That and I will do and say anything. Also, I have quite the imagination, and am cruel to the max. So when I dare someone to do something, its GOOD. Anyway, one particular night we were all hanging out, and it started off with us playing "Would you rather" Which is fun in and of itself, but then we added the truth or dare aspect and the game took off. We made kitchen-shakes, you take any thing you can find in the kitchen, put it in a blender and dare each other to drink it. There were the obligatory prank phone calls, like when you were 15. I ended up licking someones foot, from heel to toe. Sick. And then it took a turn like it always does... someone dared Em(the friend I wasnt in love with) to kiss D's(girl I love) boyfriend. Then D decided to get some revenge, and she dared the boys to kiss. Riot. They agreed on the terms that D kisses me. Success. The boys kissed, their lips probably touched for 1/3 of a second. Curses! As per generally accepted kissing dare rules, the length of their kiss dictates the length of the ours...

Im sitting backwards on a chair, leaning on the backrest. She crawls over to where I am and kneels infront of me. Inwardly im enjoying every moment of this, but outwardly, i'm protesting. Firstly, because I really can't let myself enjoy this too much, and secondly, it prolongs the moment, I knew it was going to be the shortest kiss of my life, so I had better make the most of it. She starts to lean in, and just before she gets close enough to my face, I put my hand up to stop her. "Um...no offence, but this is gross. Hahaha" I put my hand down, our noses are alomst touching and she laughs. She comes again but I turn my head just slightly so she can't get to my lips. She stays close, and I can feel that its about to become more hassel than its worth to everyone so I turn in and let her kiss me. As expected it lasted less than a second. I'll take what I can get though.

That was pretty much the height of our romantic relationship. She's married now, has a kid. I still see her sometimes. And whenever I see her, she still runs up to me and jumps in my arms. I catch her and she koala-hugs me. Magical. Lol.

4 comments:

  1. Yeah, its the bomb. Its my escape. Where I can just be free. There is nothing like standing on the top of a ridge and knowing there is not another soul for miles.

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  2. that's great! rhone u seem really outgoing =]

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