It was different this time; we werenâÂÂt acting on a dare. I knew our motive; we were practicing the act, hoping to impress the right boy when it came time. But then something happenedâÂÂin the mix of the moment, in the mix of the alcohol. It wasnâÂÂt planned, but somehow our kissing experiment turned into something else. Things went further . . . and once they had, once I returned to earth from the euphoria . . . I wrestled with my feelings at that frank realization, questioning whether our said objective was entirely true.
