I remember in high school there were always people I would overhear saying things like, “Kevin S. Is a good kisser,” or, “Brad is a bad kisser.” Do you recall such discussions? I was just thinking how absolutely lame those discussions were. Can you imagine actually thinking that those people were going to be stuck with the kissing prowess of a sixteen year old?
Do you think the people in the school hallways that said those things will go back to the spouses of the horrific or awesome kissers and engage in an analytical discussion of developmental make-out existentialism? Yeah, you’re right, they probably will.
And compared to what…Unless they were 16 year old kissing-sluts. They probably were.
Kevin? Brad? Dude. I think you went into the wrong locker room!
I was always know as good pat-on-the-backer in H.S.
I shudder to think what I was “good at” or “bad at.” and it wasn’t a locker room where we heard those conversations; it was photography class.