This story is bizarrely unromantic. I would have loved to develop a deep, deep crush on someone, followed by an intense getting-to-know-you period where we agreed we were kindred spirits, then pine for a kiss, and finally get it on a hot summer night, under a full moon, next to some body of water. Instead, I was at a high school play after party with a bunch of theater friends. One friend, who was a very good kisser as it turned out, kissed me. Okay, then we made out. Then, things got weird, but I won’t go into all of that. This post is just about the first kiss.