3. Your first love and first kiss; if separate, discuss both
Paul: **chuckles** Okay. I’ll confess. You’re really going to laugh at this. Marcus Graham. He played Wheels on E Street, remember? Oh, yeah. He was my first love. I was madly, passionately, tragically in love with him and would tape the show and watch it over and over, just for a glimpse of his bare chest. Yes. He was a character on TV but I knew we were meant for each other.
My first kiss? I knew I was gay from a pretty young age, but also knew that hiding it was the done thing. So I didn’t tell anyone apart from my best friend, and I pretended to like girls for a long while. So my first kiss was actually Melinda Black. It was just after a blue-light disco and we were both thirteen. **frowns** I don’t remember much more about it. It obviously didn’t leave a lasting impression.
Andrew: My first kiss was when I was eighteen. She was a nice girl who I had been dating for about two months. Karen Sanderson. I’d just driven her home after our Saturday night date and I was about to get out of the car and go around to open her door when she stopped me, leaned over and kissed me. I remember being shocked. I also remembered being scared. Of her father, and of having to confess to my priest the following day.
My first love, though? Yes. He was my first heartbreak, so I had to love him. His name was Trent. There’s nothing more you really need to know about him apart from that, and that he lied to me – systematically and thoroughly. I thought he… Never mind. That’s past. It happened when I was in my early twenties. Romantically I never fell in love again until this gorgeous guy I was seeing on a sexual basis wouldn’t get out of my head. Damn man.
Paul: Me? Aww, shucks. **winks**