Oh, you knew it was coming. How could we play Questions without asking about your first kiss?
My first kiss took place in my driveway, playing spin the comb. Yes, comb. We didn't have a bottle, but because it was 1982 and everyone stuck combs in their back pockets so they could insta-feather their hair, we improvised.
The boy I was madly in love with at the time, spun that comb. I promised God I'd be good forever as it whizzed around and then stopped, shockingly enough, pointing at me. I braced myself for the fireworks. Then he leaned forward, pecked me on the lips and readily wiped his mouth.
Romantic, huh? How was yours?