The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
And I kissed Her
by Regis Boff
Women want kisses taken from them. It empowers them to estimate a man’s confidence and permits them to swoon invisibly and on the sly. Most boys would rather swallow dead bees than risk rejection. Kisses for them are leaps. That’s why they close their eyes.
My first kiss had little good to say about itself. An older girl asked me out. She had her driver’s license.
When she brought me back home, it was raining. I said, “Can I kiss you?”
I never asked to kiss a girl again.