Archive for September, 2002
…And Then He Kissed Me
I can remember my 12th birthday, my first coed party. Everyone decided it would be fun to play “Spin the Bottle.” There I was, in the grass in the corner of my backyard, praying the bottle didn’t spin in my direction. I was completely grossed-out watching my girlfriends swap spit with a bunch of scrawny little boys. After all, I was always told not to share my beverages, saliva carries germs, I could get sick.
