swedish house mafia.

february needed something fun, but not by fun. don't you worry child is the song for 2/2013.

There was a time

I used to look into my father's eyes.

In a happy home

I was a king, I had a golden throne.

Those days are gone,

Now the memory's on the wall.

I hear the songs

From the places where I was born.

Upon a hill across a blue lake,

That's where I had my first heartbreak.

I still remember how it all changed.

My father said,

"Don't you worry, don't you worry, child.

See heaven's got a plan for you.

Don't you worry, don't you worry now."

Yeah!

There was a time

I met a girl of a different kind.

We ruled the world,

I thought I'd never lose her out of sight.

We were so young, I think of her now and then.

I still hear the songs reminding me of a friend.

kiss me like you mean it.

these are stories for the girls. boys, you probably won't care.


so I've had couple first kisses in my life that were less then spectacular, only later to find out that the boy is actually pretty talented.

I wanted to graduate high school being VL president. it was important back then. I was successful.

my very first kiss was when I was 18, so only a few years ago, actually less than three, and it was cheesy to the max. I still enjoy divulging in the story when someone asks to hear it.  freshman Bill, as my family refers to him, I'll explain.  to set the scene we have to go back a few days before it happened, Bill and I went to the Deseret Industries and we were cuddling on one of the ugly $20 couches after we had workshop together, we were showing each other "our moves" we used to flirt with people of the opposite sex. that was it, I went home, still never been kissed. Bill took me on a date a few days later where we went to the magical north canyon park. ended up star gazing on the grass, the conversation was easy, the cuddling was comfortable.  suddenly he turned and looked at me and said "how about this for a move?" without hesitation he just planted one on me, it was wet, warm, and weird. the first words I muttered after were "I'm not VL anymore" and neither was he, we were each other's first kiss. cute. he is freshman Bill because I was a year into college and he was a junior in high school, it got exaggerated to me being a senior in college and him being a freshman in high school.

I didn't really find what I preferred in style/technique until there was a boy who made it fun.

the reference that is used to this day is the boy who was my first new-years kiss, but it was a rocky start.  there was hesitation and uncertainty if it was okay, which is normal, but it was new-years. as our dating progressed he then made up for our crappy first kiss, there was talent, style, and something that I had never experienced before him, butterflies. he was mmm... good.

sometimes you just need to figure each other out right? wrong. there was a boy that we tried for a little while, sadly we just couldn't master each other. it didn't work out between us.

there is a boy who I dated for six/seven months and we still joke about how terrible our first kiss was, it made the record books, there was hesitation, awkwardness, and just plain ridiculous misalignment. he tops the stack of good kissers, right by the reference. every time since the first that we locked lips I could feel how much each one meant to him. it was so tangible that you could cut it with a knife.

now for a boy who has my favorite first kiss story, it was simple, he walked me to my car, placed his hand on my cheek with his fingers on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a simple, sweet, perfect length kiss. that's how you kiss a girl like you mean it.

now for a boy who took what he wanted and I was okay with it, because (swear word). it was after a long night of flirting we finally had some alone time. saucy. cuddling on the couch, hand holding, teasing, all of the signs were there that he was going to kiss me. he didn't. I almost broke and went for it myself, but I've never initiated a first kiss. finally I decided it was time to go home, we were walking to his front door and before I could open it he turned me and literally shoved me up against door and just took what he wanted, and (swear word) it was a good first kiss. he is right up there with mr. awkward and the reference, the three are tied. he really knows how to kiss a girl like he means it.

the (texting) sentence stopper is always a fun one. one of my really good guy friends (cliche) and I were chilling at his apartment talking about our love lives. I was texting a few boys during the conversation. he, what I thought was jokingly, said that I have too many boys and that I should just date him, I laughed and told him that he doesn't have the guts to kiss me let alone date me. this all being said while I was looking at my phone texting two different guys, he grabbed my face in both hands, like in the movies, and kissed me. the kiss caused me to drop my phone and forget what I was even talking about. he kissed his way out of the friend zone.