Yeah... So I'm on this date with that amazing guy I mentioned (somewhere? Maybe not), and we kiss. Here's my train of thought:
Oh... this is nice.
About time.
Hm. I wonder how I'm going to write about this in my journal.
What if his mom walks in?
Oh my god, there's a tongue in my mouth.
What do I do?
He knows I'm a prude... I think he expects it?
He thinks you're a moron.
He doesn't care.
You are a moron! You're 17! You should know how to kiss!
Shut up! You're ruining the moment.
Heather will be happy.
He thinks you're a moron.
It's fine. Just go home and read one of your teeny bopper magazines!
You can't get practice with a magazine!
Do you have any friends that wouldn't mind?
No.
Go home and read the damned magazine.
Okay--you're kissing the guy, and you're thinking about reading a magazine?
Stop it!
I feel stupid... But it's kinda funny.