This blog is about something neither pleasant nor unpleasant has happened. It happened on the long weekend.
The day my guy best friend kissed me. I didn't say I didn't like the kiss. It's just that I didn't like it to be with the person who I really thought was my friend. It was not my first kiss by the way but let's not dwell on that. What matters is that I have finally come to the conclusion that all guys are the same. They treat you like you're special. And then expects something out of you.
Anyway, the kiss was literally wet. And awkward at first. I was really in shock and pretty much shaking. All I think about was his lips and how this was a mistake. How easy it was to do those things. Things that I just saw on tv and read in books. I was a little bit turned on by then. But when he said something like why haven't we done this back in highschool and how he thought I don't know anything about kissing. It made me feel worthless. Like I'm being used. It made me realized that he's just like the rest of them. A jerk. And he was never my true friend.
There are still a lot of things I wanted to say but don't know how to put it into words. A lot of how I feel. How I can't say it to any of my friends. How I like it but also don't like it. And how complicated that was. I just hope he wouldn't brag about this to any of his friends cause God help me if he did.
P.S. He's not much of a good kisser
