1. When I was young I was taught that a kiss meant I love you. This is still what I hear every time I see a kiss: "I love you." This may be why I don't do it much, or maybe I'm just bad at it. Maybe both.
  2. I watched The Music Man at a highly impressionable age. I didn't know why it was a bad thing to not be fussy, but the point was that a woman who'll wait till the third time around, she's the girl he's glad he's found, the titular Shipoopi. She was the girl I had to be. I was going to wait till the third time around. And I have, mostly.
  3. If you Google Shipoopi lyrics, the first result you get is for Family Guy and there are no words to express the depths of my sorrow.
  4. Most boys who aren't getting kissed won't still want a third date. This is another reason I don't do it much.
  5. Maybe I should kiss more girls. Maybe I should date more girls. I've never kissed a girl I was dating. I like them more now than all of the boys I've ever kissed.
    I first wrote most, then wrote all, then thought about it and wrote most, then thought about it again and wrote all.
  6. I fall in love too easily. It's not forever but I don't think it has to be. It doesn't make it any less real. The love I have (had) for that one guy I spent that one party with may not be the love you have for your eternal spouse. Fuck you. You don't get to tell me what I feel. You don't get to decide if it's real.
  7. Romeo and Juliet wouldn't have lasted. That doesn't mean they weren't in love.
  8. I call you my ex because it's easy, because there's no word for what you are and no one has the time for the story. I call you my ex and move right on. It's best not to dwell on you. Here I am anyway.
  9. Come to think of it, I don't really have an ex. I have people labeled exes because that's the closest thing to what they are, because I guess I don't know how to have relationships like a functioning adult or whatever. From what I hear it's not that great. I'm probably not missing out.
  10. I've loved everyone I've ever kissed, just for that moment. I wouldn't have if I didn't.
    I had written "Except you." at the end of this in a draft somewhere and I can't remember who you was. I remember who the other you was and I remember they weren't the same. I was probably mad. I was probably wrong.