Girls are (getting less) scary.
1996
We hid out behind the church, skipping service to walk with each other, too shy to talk or hold hands. When it was time to go home and our parents were calling us, I finally worked up the courage to grab her hand and look her in the eye. I was too scared to talk, or even stammer. Her name was Jessica.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" She asked?
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We hid out behind the church, skipping service to walk with each other, too shy to talk or hold hands. When it was time to go home and our parents were calling us, I finally worked up the courage to grab her hand and look her in the eye. I was too scared to talk, or even stammer. Her name was Jessica.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" She asked?
My ( Read more... )
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