There was a girl with long brown hair and she wore this shirt that was made of fake velvet. She was a bit of a tom boy… with fiery brown eyes. She wore lots of bangle bracelets… She reminded me of a gypsy.
She had climbed a tree to get something out of it… being the nice boy that I was… I kicked the ladder over and made her promise to kiss me before I put it back up.
After much negotiation, she agreed, I put the ladder up… she climbed down kissed me and it sort of scared me. Because I realized… she knew what she was doing… I didn’t.
Such promise destroyed by this situation. I should have been living it up, doing drugs and getting laid with the women who used to throw themselves at me… ah ■■■■!
Someone told me this was weird but when I was 5 years old I kissed my 5 year old girlfriend Kimmy. We used to play house and I was the father and she was the mother and we kissed each other a lot. I didn’t kiss another girl again until I was 13 and it was in a game of Truth or Dare. But it was a light kiss. When I was 19 and in my first psyche ward this older blonde girl came up and kissed me. That was a good kiss.
I got a girl to kiss me in a mental institute just by saying what my voices told me to say to her. I am not ■■■■■■■ joking. My voices were smooth and quick witted. We were fighting, the girl and I.
She ended up changing units because she hated me so much. Then her roommate ended up going on a date with me once we got out, but unfortunately I totalled my car and the relationship got screwed up.