This just might be how I'll end up in life. Old. My nickname is The Beast. 40 years old. Never been kissed. Yes, it's true I've never been kissed. Actually I technically have but technically haven't. It all depends on how you define what a kiss is. Technically I have touched lips with someone. Twice. Both actually were my best guy friends in high school. Which is weird. Both times they planted one on me. But I haven't had a kiss that actually meant something.
Here are my expectations for my future meaningful kiss...
He'll be rich. "When is it okay to kiss someone?" When they're rich. -Pam, 7 years old. Smart girl.
They'll have the face of Ryan Reynolds or Josh Duhmel and a body of a God.
He'll be one of the following: a doctor. a lawyer. or a dentist.
He'll drive a Mercedes.
He'll own a house in SunCrest.
We'll have already had dinner at The Roof and walked around and seen all the lights at Temple Square. So we'll be on a carriage ride. Christmas music in the background. A snowflake lands on my cheek, he leans in to brush if off my face and bam! He plants one on me. Yes, I did make that as cheesy as possible.
These aren't too high of expectations right? I mean Christmas time is in less than a month... I can make it happen by then. All I need to find is a guy. No big deal.
I'm totally kidding. Promise I'm not shallow and chances are my first meaningful kiss will never be like that.
I do however have one expectation of my first meaningful kiss... That'll be meaningful.
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