When I was in high school, I met this guy, Alec. He sat next to me in band, and we had some pretty good times together. So, when he asked me out, I said, "Sure, why not?" We went to the movies, and he was a total gentleman; opening doors, paying for my ticket and soda, etc., etc., etc. I was beginning to wonder why he hadn't had a girlfriend since the 7th grade. We saw the movie, and he drove me home, the long way, because ... well, because we did. So, now, it was like midnight as he dropped me off. He walked my up my drive and attempted to kiss me goodnight. Attempted, I say, because he stuck his tongue so far down my throat, that I started to gag. I ended up hacking half of what I ate that night all over him! He was like, "Whoa, are you sick?" Things were beginning to become clearer as to why he never had more than one date. I am proud to say, though, that we are still together today, and he is a much better kisser.
— Taylor, 20