Isn't he supposed to be smart? What kind of dumbass looks up "meaning of a kiss"
Me. I was a straight-A student,
and I knew everything necessary to navigate the ghettos I grew up in, but for all my book smarts and street smarts, I shut down the two times a girl kissed me unprompted.
The first kiss was from my crush on the cheek and I spent a month panicking internally over it because she never brought it up, so I finally decided to ask her out. Turns out, she had thought that I was gay, the kiss meant nothing, and I not only lost her as a friend for asking her out, but rumors spread that I had "pretended to be gay" so I could assault her. Completely ignoring the dozen times I'd spent the night at her house for various parties over the past three years. Those were
obviously parts of my psychotically overt lie, and not examples of me being a good friend.
The second kiss, thankfully, got explained to me less than five minutes after it happened.
That girl had been a casual friend who I swapped ideas with in art class, talked about books with, and didn't talk with outside of class, except for one night where we found ourselves both single on a nighttime cruise of the Bay for Prom. She kissed me, on the lips, because she wanted to see if she
could like a boy, but sadly she didn't feel that spark when kissing me. Which, honestly? Getting complimented by a lesbian to the point she'd seriously consider switching teams for me was pretty fucking empowering. It's been a bit over twelve years since then, but we still send each other memes and cat pics over Discord, and have the occasional philosophical discussion.