One of the most magical moments in a girl’s life.
You spend so long dreaming about it, planning it, imagining every possible scenario…
and then it happens.
And you never forget it.
I was 18,*cough* 15.
I was at my first nightclub.
And I had loved him for months.
He kissed me.
It tasted of beer and gum.
Eiffel 65’s Blue was playing in the background.
It was a little unorthadox, but still unforgetable.
And then, after not contacting me for five days, he told me he was sleeping with his best friend and thought there might be a chance they’d get together so….laters!
Whatevs duuuuuuude, cos five years later you’re going prematurely bald and I have the world’s loveliest boy to give me hugs and non-beery kisses!