The first time I kissed Gary, there was nothing. No sparks. No chemistry. Then I went home and went to bed and resigned myself to a cold loveless marriage, because I did really like him.
I don’t know what happened, but when we kissed after our second date — wow. Lots of chemistry. Big beakers of chemistry. There was no alcohol swirled in the chemistry either time, so it wasn’t that. Big catalyst that second time though, whew.
What would have happened if I’d written him off after that first date? That’s the lesson kids: always go for a second make-out session.