When I think of my first kiss, it was with the son of my parents’ friends. Thinking at ten years old, we are innocent enough that we could share my bedroom while they continue with the party downstairs. Needless to say, they were naive but we were also shy enough to just exchange a couple pecks goodnight. Yet if I’m being truthful, maybe my first kiss was with my childhood best friend behind her grandma’s house. Or would it be with my cousin when a game of “house” got a little too real. I suppose this explains a few things about why I’m a little open among the sexes.