So today is my first kiss and first love..
I honestly don't remember my first kiss. I remember a guy I liked a lot when I was in my early 20's. He was nice, had a good smile and I enjoyed talking with him at work. One Christmas party, we made out quite a bit and became the talk of the factory for a while. That was the downfall of any relationship we may have wanted.
He fell for some chick that was more high maintenance, more pretty, more popular. Problem was that she liked another guy. It's like the all-American youth story ever written. We stayed friends and I hooked up with my son's father... Who promptly left me pregnant, and penniless.
The of part about this is when I dream of that job, I am always there trying to find him. In the dream I look down the rows of machines and never find him. After 20 years, I would hope those dreams go away.