I read over on I Like Boys Who Wear Glasses that Cosmo says you have to kiss 22 guys before you find Mr. Right.
22? Seriously? I’m not there yet. I got my first kiss when I was in 5th grade, which I’m not sure even counted. So I didn’t get my first real kiss until I was 16. I can’t believe I wasted time like that.
And all those long-term relationships? More wasted time and kisses. Geez…I could have been married years ago if only I’d puckered up more.
I just counted, and I’ve kissed 16 guys. 16.
Uh-oh…I think I just lost a follower…they probably think I’m a whore.
Anyways….Anyone want to volunteer for numbers 17-21? (There goes another follower.) Nothing serious. I just need to kiss you, so I can find Mr. Right.
I’ll even let you pick a flavor.
How old were you when you got your first kiss? Did you have to kiss 22 people to find your partner?
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I will eat you and everything that you hold dear if you don’t let me keep my bed.”—Kerrigan Sloan