Kissing Comedy
When I was 13 I was totally un-kissable. I had big hair and big glasses and a lisp-causing retainer and I had neither boobs nor trendy clothes to compensate for my awkward misfortunes. My friends would talk about the guys they had kissed, or the guys they had held hands with at those skate-nights where all the cool kids would go and skate around in circles for hours, but I had no such tales of middle-school debauchery. And before I knew it, high school had swung around, I was 17 and thoroughly...