american rats like american cheese
I just made a bangin' grilled cheese.
In tenth grade when I dated my one and only boyfriend Matt with the unibrow, I went to his house just one time. We were alone in his bedroom. He gave me a souvenir candle from his trip to New Mexico which occupied one of the three weeks that we were together. Then he shoved his tongue into my mouth for a while. I guess his mom must have knocked on the door or said something, so we stopped. We went into the kitchen and his mom made me a grilled cheese. American cheese barely melted on white bread. It was gross and so was he. And eating felt a little weird after moving your mouth around that much.
That was my first kiss.
I just remembered that.