Seventeen years and not even one kiss. This was the thought which preoccupied me almost every single day. I had lots of crushes obviously, but none of them ever asked me on a nice date. And the dates I had were mainly with people who were not right for me. Sadly enough I still wanted my first kiss to be amazing, but whose first kiss is? No matter how many games of truth and dare but I was still left without a kiss.

One day, when my best friend from another school finally had prom, we went to a local club in order to celebrate. Since we live in Germany, where you are allowed to enter any club, as soon as you turn 16, we had no problem getting into the club. It was a crazy night and we were pretty drunk already, when I finally saw a boy. He was the brother of an old friend. Quite the bad boy, who was already finding a new girl. After a little smalltalk he asked me if we wanted to go outside in order for him to smoke a cigarette. Dumb as I am, I agreed and we went outside. He asked some people for a cigarette and got one for me as well. After a quick smoke we went back inside to go to the VIP-Area, where he had some drinks.

Obviously, he didn't just want to have a drink. 

Even more obviously, I didn't notice this, until he pushed his lips onto mine. 

It was awkward and scary. There was just way too much tongue, so I pushed him off and ran away. When I finally found my friends, he had already told every single person I knew. And all my friends celebrated my ditching him. 

This might not be the perfect story for a first kiss, but the first kiss is always only the beginning.