Yesterday was the talent show (or variety show, whichever way you want it) at my school. I went, because as a senior it is my duty to give the right example to the later generations. And I had never been, so I thought my high school experience would never be complete without going to one of these functions.

The day before, I had asked the boy if he was coming. He said he would try to come, but he didn't know if he would be able to get there. Which either means he didn't want to go, or he was going to get high. Or he was telling the truth ...

So I got there with a friend of mine and I started talking to the boy's ex, who was on video camera duty for the night. She asked me if he was coming. I told her he had said maybe, and we gave each other a look like "Yeah, right, like he's actually gonna come ..." The boy is slightly predictable at times.

So imagine my surprise when I'm talking to some girl and I turn around and he's SITTING THERE WITH HIS FRIENDS. I (very ungracefully) dodged out of the conversation I was presently in and walked over. I restrained from squealing uncontrollably, because, come on, I don't want to look like an IDIOT now.

I was talking to him and all his friends were sitting around, staring at me because I was standing. When the room lights went out and the stage lights came on, I had to go though, because I had already promised my friend to sit with her. And all the seats around him were taken. Before I left, one guy actually pointed at the boy's lap and said "there's a nice seat for you right here." Ha. Ha ha.

At some point during the night, he told me he had smoked a joint before he came. He was very factual about it, not remorseful, but at least not HAPPY about it, which is the main thing. I kinda looked at him and went silent, and then changed the subject.

At intermission there was a lot of holding hands and standing realclose and hugging, which, if it were not happening to me, would make me puke. Seriously, there were some gag-worthy moments in there, but since it was me, I didn't give a damn. My sister came around with her little friends, giggled and pointed.

At the end of the show, I didn't want him to leave. I could barely believe he was THERE. When I told his ex he had come, she friggin' congratulated me.

He wanted to kiss me, and I wanted to kiss him, but we were standing in the middle of the school auditorium, so he said "Let's go outside". We left out the side door and hung around his friends for a bit before wandering away (I know, really subtle there. Good job, me).

And there, in the kids' schoolyard, behind a snowbank just high enough to hide us from the public eye, we kissed. He asked me if it was my first, I had to tell the truth. His comments lead me to believe that either he was being really nice when he said I was a "good kisser", and that I'm actually a really shoddy kisser but he didn't want to say, either I'm a good kisser and I need to stop worrying. It would have turned into full-fledged making out, but our respective rides were on their way, and people were going to start talking soon.

We wandered back (again, very subtle. People were only staring at us from halfway across the parking lot) and I went to search for my sister. Then my dad got there, so I gave the boy a peck on the cheek (no, not in front of my dad) and left.

Though I don't have much basis of comparison, I thought it was a good kiss. Good for a first one, at least. Stars, snow crunching under our boots, my gloves against his cold hands, our breath making little upward spirals of vapor.

Ooh, so poetic.

Now I have a week off, and I really want to meet up with him and, you know, practice (just in case I'm a shoddy kisser, as I said). But I don't know what's going to happen. He might call, or I might, and he might say he's "busy".

Wow. That makes it sound like he's trying to get rid of me, by pretending he's busy and all. He isn't; he told me he wasn't. But he gets high, and he just IS that way. I can try to change him, but I can't expect him to give it up all in one shot.

Anyway. The story of my first kiss.

Hope you enjoyed it. I'll keep that one for posterity under the name "The Night I Kissed a Pothead"

Ha ha. Not funny. Stop making jokes like that, Cam.

See you later then.