My First Kiss, My Worst Date

My first kiss took place when I was hiding in a dark cupboard in primary school. A girl opened the door, kissed me, then ran off. She was about my height but I never got a good look at her. I was in love with her for about three years after that. But I never found out who she was.

My worst date was with a girl called Lydia or something awful.We went to a fancy dress party. She came as the Statue of Liberty. I probably went in jeans and an old cardigan, which was a good impression of dust bowl migrant. Lydia was really tall, about six foot. Far too tall for me. The car ran out of petrol on the way home.It was a miserable night.