I used to have a phobia about it. My first kiss was not even a real kiss. I was in a musical junior year of HS and was starring opposite my archenemy. God, I hated him. He was like the darling of the HS theater world. And I had to kiss him.

Of course, I saw him two years ago since his family belongs to the same church as me, and even though he's a full year younger than me, he's bald and overweight and I just cackled evilly to myself.

Dude, I'm so going to hell.