When I think of times embarrassing to me,
Rather the blonde hair or the big mouth placed on my face,
So many moments, I would love to erase.
The memory of this one brings back tears.
15 years old, freshman in high school,
All I wanted was to be noticed and somewhat cool.
Dating a junior, how cool could that be?
An awesome football player and homecoming nominee.
I knew I could fit in to a new grown up place,
Competing against the “older” girls would be a race.
The football player asked for my name.
Shy and reluctant I replied to his question,
Unaware of his dreaded next suggestion.
A date was in the making, what should I do?
New in high school and new with guys,
What have I done… this choice wasn’t wise!
I stand in the mirror for hours each day,
Preparing what to wear and what to say.
Time was getting shorter and “the day” was almost here,
I was so nervous… I forgot my one most fear.
A kiiiiisssss… I knew he would expect of me,
I couldn’t give in; I’m just too modest you see.
I’ve seen it on TV, how disgusting it appeared,
After practicing on my hand, I pouted and sneered.
I hated the thought of a stupid little kiss,
This was one point of my life that I would rather miss.
Debating, waiting, and thinking all day,
I’m losing my mind and don’t know what to say.
Restless nights, on my bed I ponder,
Sweaty hands and feet, why can’t time be longer?
An excuse I think of to put off this date,
I don’t want a kiss…I’ll just wait.
“The day” has come and the night is near,
Bringing along the “k” word that I fear.
Butterflies have now taken over my tummy,
The physical part of me is like a mummy.
All this time I have sat and prepared,