I’m almost embarrassed to say this but why was I in the 10th grade! How about I was embarrassed then to the point I avoided my boyfriend like the plague cause I didn’t want anyone to know I didn’t know how to kiss. So I’m heading to the football field in uniform with fellow cheerleaders and I get cornered!!! He’s all in my face talking about I’m giving you a good luck kiss…
Of course I scream at the top of my lungs… “I have to go!” and it doesn’t work this time. Before I knew it he had his arms around me and was sticking his tongue in my mouth. It was the grossest experience ever! I know he kept thinking… okay, when is she going to participate. And why did I just recall that yes he was fine as H-E-double hockey sticks… but why was he 2 years older than me, in the 9th grade… (okay technically I skipped a grade) but that’s still bad. “Talking ‘bout I started school late.” Classic sign I went to school in the GHETTO!