My Exotic First Kiss Story

My first kiss occurred when I was sixteen- in a foreign country. As I think back, it was something that I really wanted and needed at the time but the aftermath of it was so awful that I have sort of denied it for the past few years. His name was Javier and he was a guy I knew from school( I was a foreign exchange student). He was cute, Argentine, and very suave. We were at a club, maybe 3 or 4 in the morning. And I'm sure my best friend had told him that (a) I had never been kissed and (b) I liked him. So there we were, dancing to a slow Argentine song, and he looked at me, I looked at me. He moved in and made it a french kiss, not really light or romantic in any way- more like something a drunk guy would do. But I was still excited and that is what really counted. Unfortunately, I wished it would have been with someone else, but the kiss itself was special...even if the person turned out to be a complete problem guy.