What a cheesy title, right? This is a story about some totally gay smooches I had one time. Every time I tell this story about forehead kisses to a friend, they tell me it sounds dumb, but I thought it was a beautiful sentiment.
Also, it has just occurred to me that I have never made out with someone with long hair while I was sober. When I think about why that is, I can’t help but conclude that I need a healthy dose of liquid courage before I am capable of hitting on femme girls. They are just so mysterious and wonderful.