It's Time I Told You

This should have been the first blog post, but writer's block totally stopped me dead in my tracks. I feel that I must tell the story about my first kiss though. You'll see why this is so important - you'll understand why, from the first date, my parents should have locked me in my room and thrown away the key. I was always called "Trouble" growing up, but it wasn't until I started dating that I really embodied all that was indeed - Trouble.

Let me set the scene for you. It's dark, it's behind a church (*laugh* Yes) and I'm standing there with this guy. We'd made a deal, you see... a deal about sharing a kiss for New Year's and well, it was close enough to New Year's and it didn't really matter that I either was or would soon be dating one of his best friends because at the time neither of us were dating anyone. Although I believe the next day both of us were dating someone or another.

So yes, my first kiss was with some guy behind a church and no, we never dated... but I did date one of his best friends!

This is also statement of rule #1 - You should never date/mess around with two guys who are best friends. It always ends poorly. Unless, of course, one of them gives you permission, but that's another story for a different day.