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It's high school...I meet this girl, who is a friend of my good friend's girlfriend. I express interest in her, she reciprocates, this pseduo-social outing/semi-date is set up, with a group of us going to this breakdancing church (yes, a breakdancing church) that we frequented at the time.
So the two of us hit it off REAL well...the pseudo-date goes great.
My friend is driving the two of us back to her house. When we get there, he & his girlfriend "drive around the block" while I walk her up to her house. It must be 1-2am, but she asks me if I want to walk her up to her room so that she can give me her number. On the way, I run into her MOTHER. As scary as that is, her mom's real cool, I get to her room with no problems.
Now I've never been one good at making a first move, and while one would probably usually use this opportunity to go in for a kiss, I don't. I get her number, and she walks me back outside of her house.
Outside of her house, I work up the courage (and for me, this was A LOT of courage) to ask her for a kiss. She obliges, and we both go in for the kiss. I go in with my mouth closed, she goes in with her mouth open. My lips meet her tongue. We both put our heads back, and then I say what is possibly the dumbest line in the history of dating:
"Oh; you want to do a funny kiss..."
That was me...in HIGH SCHOOL. And I was at least a junior (17 years old) when it happened.
The kiss went on *very* awkwardly (I distinctly remember cracking up in her face in the middle of the kiss). Suffice to say, when I called her that weekend, she didn't pick up the phone. She finally called me back on Monday night, to let me know that she just 'wanted to be friends.'
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