10/25/2017
"When I was in middle school I knew this boy. We had a mutual interest in each other and decided that we should meet on a random Saturday in November. I had rehearsal in the morning, and of course I couldn't drive because I was 13, and I wasn't going to ask my parents to take me to meet this boy they had never heard of. So I walked three or four miles to meet him near his house. We met on a street corner, and started walking to where I assumed he lived. We enter the back of an apartment building, and I'm like, "Amazing! I'm going to meet his parents. This is fantastic!" He pulls me into a hug and says "look at me," but not in a creepy way or anything. I'm a little freaked out, so I say "no," and we continue with this pattern until I finally look up and see this FACE coming at me. Then we STOP and KISS, but it's not like this sweet little peck, it's a long, sloppy kiss that I was not expecting. I finally pull away and tell him that I'm feeling faint. This is a normal thing for me, and I'm not freaked out, but of course he is. I ask if he could get me some water to which he responds, "I'll catch you if you fall." Not at all what I wanted. I told him that he needed to go get me water, and I assume that he was going to take us to his apartment. Wrong. He runs out the door then comes back and says "don't leave," then runs back out. I lay on the floor and close my eyes, trying not to feel so dizzy. Eventually he comes back with water and we awkwardly resume this awkward not date. Essentially, I passed out after my first kiss and lived to tell the tale."
- Allyson Snyder, Hair & Makeup Designer