not•a•cliché
By roronoa

It was a few weekends ago, I went to a party and there was a really good looking boy there. I later found out he was the captain of their school's swimming team and apparently he didn't think I was  the worst looking, because he asked for my snapchat.

From that day, we were talking non stop online. He was perfect, witty, intelligent, passionate about the same things I was passionate about and really really sweet. We were getting along so well that he asked me to meet up with him. I said yes.

Fast forward to last Sunday, we met in town and It was slightly awkward but we broke the ice by joking around about another girl's fashion choices. Not a nice thing to do but... At least my date was going well.
We went to a restaurant I frequented and despite him knowing I was a regular there, he didn't let me order what I wanted saying "I just had to try" his favorite food. It was a bit weird but I thought it wasn't that bad. It's just food right? And he probably just really wanted me to try something he liked.

The date was going pretty well, we would hold hands, talk about the most stupid things. I just tried to ignore when he didn't let me get the clothes I wanted because they were too revealing. I knew that was a major red flag but I just fell in love with his personality, style and appearance that I overlooked them.
Nearing the end of the date, we had to go down the stairwell to get to the bus stop. On the last flight of stairs, he turned towards me, smiled, and like a bad paperback romance novel, he started to kiss me.

I didn't get it, it was happening way too fast. Once I realized what was happening, I pushed him away. I didn't know why I did that but it wasn't very effective. He just smiled and continued. He pushed me against the wall and pinned me there. I tried going along with it because it was my first kiss with a guy I liked so I was supposed to enjoy it right? It's supposed to be amazing right? Well, I wasn't feeling it but I probably would have let him finish if he didn't start groping my chest. At that point, I realized what could happen and kicked the wall as hard as I could, hoping that it would make a loud sound. He stopped startled, and a door a couple of floors above us opened. Nothing will Ever make me regret doing that.

On that day, I realised that appearances aren’t the most important thing when it comes to a partner. Respect, compatibility, support and compassion are now the things that I value more than anything. I wouldn’t say it at the time, but I’m now thankful for that day. It’s taught me a lesson that most people double my age have yet to learn and I’m glad that I’ve managed to figure this out at my age.

Appearances and charisma don’t make someone not a complete asshole.

So yeah, my first kiss is something I'd definitely remember.