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He was what a first-kiss-type-of-guy was supposed to be. Much cuter than I thought I deserved, smart, aloof, smooth enough to convince me it was the right thing to do. And so he snuck me over to the side of the university center and there were dumpsters nearby and he stuck his tongue so far down my throat that I was concerned it might become permanently lodged there. It was icky, not emotionally affecting and over as quickly as it started. The accident came much later, but from what I here he gets to keep the cranial metal plate forever.

When I am old and have been employed long enough to see something they call a raise, I will do the following things: Always have a full tank of gas so that if the mood strikes me I can drive wherever I can to see friends/family/random acquaintances for sexual favors/etc.; buy lunch on a regular basis; stop waiting until I know I will run out of cigarettes to buy the next pack; splurge on expensive coffee, deli lunch meat, and any other grocery pleasure I desire; buy clothes and only wear them once; drive fast; pay all bills on time.