I used to think that a girl always knew when a boy wanted to kiss her--that there was an intuition that came with age about such things--so I'd always blame the girl if she missed the moment in a book...or movie...or when I was spying on people in the park. But then Emily told me about her first college boyfriend...maybe I shouldn't use Em as my measuring rod for relationships, but I don't have a lot of input here. Unless you want me to go off of my parents, which just strikes me as a terrible idea.
Anyway, it turns out that Em couldn't read this guy, and ended up going in for the kiss when he was trying to blow his nose. Which is just gross. So maybe Teddy wasn't thinking about kissing me, maybe he just had a sinus infection, maybe I'm a pathetic loser who will ultimately die alone...but that's the last time you'll hear me admit it.
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