First in a series of accounts of my first kisses:
That morning, I asked if her if she even wanted to kiss me. She insisted that she did, and when I asked her to, she accepted. It was simply that; an acceptance. It might as well been a rejection since the kiss was as formal and devoid of feeling as any of the post-interview neg letters I have received from corporate America. Her lips seemed to tell me, “Sorry, I do not have any positions avaiable for applicants with your qualifications, but I’ll keep your memory on file, and I wish you good luck with your future partners.”
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