My First Kiss at a Campfire Actually Taught Me a Lot About Life
I had my first kiss—not a Spin-the-Bottle peck, or a Truth-or-Dare mini-smooch—in front of a campfire. Unfortunately, it was also in front of about 100 other summer campers, and a handful of camp directors who didn’t appreciate the PDA. And it was hardly a show of genuine affection. Rather, I’d been sitting on a log next to a really cute guy who liked my friend; I knew she didn’t like him, so I figured he was fair game.
I decided to flirt with him—I’ll call him “John,” because that was his name
I decided to flirt with him—I’ll call him “John,” because that was his name