This is the mother of all kisser stories so you'd all better pucker up.
Cameron Webb was what I thought to be the proverbial class merry-go-round in 7th grade. All the girls I knew took a turn on him at some point. Dont' be durty fools. It was innocent. :) I was not spared that ride and in fact jumped on that horse as soon as it was finally my turn.
But this story is NOT about Webb....
We could all tell that I was not quite up to Mr. Websters level and after a month (<- that's a pretty long time in the 7th grade) of "going out" without actually going anywhere & not a single kiss to account for, he moved on.... Suprisingly enough this was not a heartbreak, we all knew it was coming and I had my eyes on someone else......
OH YEAH... I WENT THERE!!!!
At least I was.....
He assured me in one of 45 conversations on the phone that we had daily that it was not an issue.
Was he all you imagined him to be? ;)
Was it as special as mine?