I was in the 5th grade. He was a boy I went to church with. He just about choked me to death trying to French kiss me. Although I had never kissed anyone before, I had to teach him to kiss. Fast forward 20+ years.... I saw him at a funeral and he introduced me to his wife as the girl who taught him to kiss. That was totally unexpected and out of the blue. Needless to say, she didn't seem to want to know me. I was fine with that and thought he could've left the kissing out of the introduction. I think it made her feel very uncomfortable. On the flipside however, we were in the 5th grade when that happened. Not actually something to be that bothered by.
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