Zeno at Fast Eddie’s Bullet has a discourse on kissing that sent me down memory lane.
My first french was something of a surprise. I was a freshman in high school, so somewhere around 14 I think? At any rate, I was standing at the bus circle, waiting for a friend, when J walked up. We’d been “talking”, and I was comfortable smooching on him. Time came to get on the bus, I turned to kiss him g’bye, and he stuck his tongue in my mouth.
I was stunned. Didn’t know what to do. My ears roared.
The bus driver yelled “OOOOOOOOOh! I didn’t know you was like THAT!”
I didn’t know what to think.
He grinned that goofy lopsided grin of his and walked off. Y’know, we never really went out on an actual date??!!??
I rode the bus home in thoughtful lustful silence.
) but you get the general gist of it. At any rate, I did go and had shockingly good seats – third row. The crowd was tiny (maybe 2000 people were there?) and we didn’t have to do a lot of elbowing. They also didn’t get into yelling at the match like I would have expected. 
