Hello friends! Luke here. It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve talked to you guys. I’ve got another blog idea rolling around in my head, but I can’t talk about it just yet, so let’s look at the kissing stories people have sent in to email@example.com for the month of December.
The first comes from a good friend of mine, Maddie, who has just started her own blog. Everybody check out http://www.correspondencebetweenformerroommates.com/ because it promises to be very good, and has just started. Her and her old college roommates are writing to each other from their now-no-long-roommate lives. Anyway, on to her kiss story!
One time I made out with a guy for two hours in front of everyone at a party. It was the third time I was ever drunk.
To this day, when I see anyone who knows the boy I made out with they ask me how he is. And during the 2 and a half years of college I continued going to school with him, every time I would see him someone would come up and say, "Remember that time you made out… For two hours… in the living room?" Awesome.
Short by sweet, no? Because we went to college together, I’ve spend the time since receiving her story trying to figure out who this guy was she kissed, but I can’t piece it together.
On to the next story! Our next contributor chose to stay anonymous.
It was work week of my sophomore year when Guy #1 and I shared a magical moment. Work week and rush week were always an interesting time... I just never really liked being cooped up in a house with 100 girls for two whole weeks with no boys in sight. So there was one last night that we were allowed to go out before the dreaded lock down. At the time, I had a crush on a Beta, Guy #2. Guy #2 and I had watched a movie at the end of my freshman year and I was still carrying a torch for him, so when he asked me to come to a party I knew I had to go see him.
My friend Becky was the new Pi Phi from OU and was dating a Beta so I figured she would like to go. We went to the party and I am pretty confident we were the only girls there. I flirted with Guy #2 all night but when Becky and I said that we were leaving he just said bye and didn't walk me out. I knew the spark was gone because typically the walk to the car is the best time to make your move! Well Guy #2 passed on the walk out but Guy #1, another Beta, (who was hammered) threw his arm around me and started walking with me to my car. Before I knew it he did this weird pull me in move and kissed me.
Now when I said he kissed me we totally didn't make out. But it was a long, long kiss. Long enough for Becky to say, 'hey can you unlock the door?' I pushed him off and said 'ooookkk . . . thanks for that. Night!' after the car doors were closed Becky asked 'did Guy #2 really just kiss you?'
Guy #2 and I never talked about it again but it was quite memorable and magical. Guy #1 missed out, but obviously Guy #2 didn't.
My favorite part of this entire story is the fact that there were only two girls at the Beta party she went to. Our secret contributor was so excited to share her stories that she emailed me a few days later and shared another! I told her it is kind of addicting! Here it is:
Sometimes the worst decisions make the best stories.
One year in college, I needed a date to one of my sorority date parties and had no one to ask. I lie. I had someone, a crush on this guy . . . let's refer to him as Mr. Smooth Operator, but he already had a date. The beautiful thing about date parties in college was if there was someone you liked, a date party was a great way to get to know them better, get a little drunk and possibly make out with them at the end of the night; however, when you are single and all your friends have boyfriends, date parties are not as much fun. You end up just feeling like the odd wheel out. But nevertheless, I was determined to have a good time at this date party and I wanted to bring someone who was fun and I wouldn't have to babysit.
After much thought and persuasion by my friends, I decided to take a friend, let's refer to him as Mr. Can't Grow Up. So I asked Mr. Can't Grow Up but secretly I really wanted to ask Mr. Smooth Operator but like I said, he already had a date.
When the night of the date party rolled around I started drinking a little too early and by the time Mr. Can't Grow Up came to get me I was already tipsy/drunk. We made it to the date party, had a great time, I never had to babysit him . . . aanndd we both had too much to drink. After the date party was over I ended up at Mr. Can't Grow Up's house and knew I needed to get home somehow. While trying to figure out which friend would be sober enough to come get me, Mr. Can't Grow Up ordered us pizza. While the pizza was en route all my drinking caught up to me and I had to excuse myself to the restroom to . . . throw up.
I was extremely embarrassed because 1. I had just thrown up and 2. I didn't know Mr. Can't Grow Up that well. Lucky for me, he was extremely cool about it and after making a few jokes, I felt fine around him. Just before the pizza got there, I realized I had seen Mr. Smooth Operator at the date party and I remembered him saying something like let me know if you need a ride later. Unfortunately for Mr. Smooth Operator, I typically called him when I needed a ride and he usually always showed up as my DD. Naturally, I texted him with the address, asked him to come get me and he said yes.
Meanwhile, the pizza arrived and Mr. Can't Grow Up and I devoured it. And here is where it all got hazy...I don't know if it was the alcohol we consumed, my sweet dance moves from earlier or because we had a great time that night but something worked and Mr. Can't Grow Up kissed me. Apparently it didn't faze him that I had just thrown up ten minutes before. After making out for a few minutes I realized Mr. Smooth Operator was probably waiting on me outside. I grabbed my phone and found 3 missed calls and 5 texts messages with the last one reading, 'If you don't get out here soon, I am leaving.' I told Mr. Can't Grow Up that I had to go because my ride was waiting on me. We kissed all the way up until my back hit his front door where I finally had to push him away and said 'Thanks for the pizza. Great make out," and then gave him a high five.
As I was walking to Mr. Smooth Operator’s car I was praying that he didn't see us or our silhouettes making out. I got in the car and knew I was home free. Then I thought, 'this could be the most epic night. I could make out with both Mr. Can't Grow Up AND Mr. Smooth Operator.' Unfortunately, I got back to his house and it never happened. After he made me some food and we talked for a few hours, I finally did the walk of shame home.
This is only the beginning of my story with both Mr. Can't Grow Up and Mr. Smooth Operator but for this girl, I was just lucky that neither figured out about the other . . . And who doesn't love a good make out. After all, well-behaved women rarely make history. Thanks Coco Chanel.
That brings us to the end of the December submissions! Remember to send in your best kiss story to firstname.lastname@example.org and you can be featured in the January edition! A big thanks to our two brave first reader submissions!
I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I fully endorse everyone getting out there and kissing a special (or random) person at midnight of New Year’s Eve, hopefully it makes for a great story that you’ll want to share with all of EGIEK.
See you next month,