I kissed a boy last night, and I liked it. Paul, very sexy and tall. That rhymes actually, nice. At the bar for Claire's 21st, I was somewhat innocently sipping on Malibu Coconut & Diets and browsing my options. My eyes fell on a familiar face, a face I have known for years: Tim. A pal from High School. We chatted and laughed, then I set my sights on his friend and the rest is a blur. We (my girl and I) ended up at their place, smoking and joking and toking. Out of nowhere I was being kissed by a god. Or an angel. Definitely a Greek god, complete with chiseled arms and a broad smile. OH man. It was brief, but miraculous. There are times when you meet and are attracted to someone, and then there are times when you meet someone intense and feel something powerful and passionate inside. This time was truly the latter.
Will I see him again? I want to say no, but fate is mysterious, and coincidences are all too common. He does have my phone number, my girl Yvonne made sure of that. Am I looking for anything serious? Of course not. But who could turn down sex with him? And therein lies the problem! He may have stds or worse: baby mama drama. I don't know. I don't have a clue about him.
All I know is our lips touched and it was magic.