#1. the boy with the curly hair and the backwards hat

All right everybody, here we go...

I've decided that this week,

EACH DAY I will write another first kiss story.

Why get them all out of the way on the first day? That's boring.

So here, you have chosen... let's take a step back in time.

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Sitting on my bed, desperately sketching one last building, and I feel as though my hand is about to fall off, and my brain about to collapse. Why, oh why, do I leave my homework to the last minute? Sketchbooks aren't even hard... until you leave 15 sketches till the day before their due. And look at these. I will not get accepted into the Interior Design program with this kind of artwork. But honestly, it's too late now. I lean back on my pillow, and close my eyes, dying to just fall asleep and not wake up for a long time. 

My phone vibrates across the room. I left it over there so it wouldn't be a distraction from my homework. A feeling of nervousness and excitement washes over me. PLEASE be him... I haven't heard from him all day! I pick up the phone, turn it over, and go to my text messages.

Him: Hey Madeline, how was your day?

Me: Good! I just got done with a mountain of homework. Seriously haven't left my room since 3 this afternoon.

Him: Same! I was just wondering, would you like to go out tomorrow?

Me: Sure! What are we doing?

Him: It's a surprise :)

And suddenly, with those last words, I knew exactly what was coming. Hadn't we talked about it? Me, never been kissed. This was definitely it.

So, with much anxiety, I got ready for bed, and fell asleep.

The next day, after talking my best friend into going shopping with me for a new shirt, showering, getting ready, and eating some tater tots, I was sitting in the kitchen waiting for the boy. My roommates were laughing, and watching a movie on tv while I sat quietly waiting for my date. 

He came. He told me I looked pretty. We left.

We went to dinner at a Mexican restaurant. And afterwards, he took me to a movie that I had been dying to see for quite a while. A chick flick, I guess you could say, but afterwards he admitted to me that he even liked it.

On the way home, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. Butterflies jumping around inside of me, I said sure. Our walk consisted of walking across a parking lot, over some grass, and onto a dock in the middle of what we here in Logan call "first dam". We stood on that dock for, oh, I don't know how long. His arms wrapped around me, the first warm night Logan had seen in a long long time. And we stared at the stars and the water and the geese for a while, just talking. Talking was what we were good at. Talking to each other, laughing, joking, being happy. And I knew, I knew he wasn't going to leave that dock until he did what we came for. Boys are funny like that.

But he was so tall, I'd have to look straight up at him, and I wasn't sure I was quite ready. But after a few hours of talking and talking... I decided it was time. So I looked up.

"You look really pretty tonight," he said, "I bet you didn't even have to try."

"Oh, uh... thanks," I mumbled, "I tried really hard actually..." 

And then, he kissed me. 

It was the WEIRDEST thing. That's all I could think. This is so weird! And then I thought, this is my first kiss. I should be enjoying this. And then it was over.

And I laughed. Short little giggles, and hid my face in his jacket.

And then we chased the geese around on our way back to his car. 

p.s. did anyone watch general conference this weekend? so amazing.