In October of 2013, I had my first kiss. I just started dating this guy named Eben at my school and we, along with a few of our other friends went to the pumpkin patch and corn maze. My friends kind of hinted that Eben was going to try to kiss me that night. I tried to keep my cool, but I was so nervous and awkward about it. It had just turned dark and all of us were running around the corn field. Suddenly, all of my friends ran away from Eben and I. He stopped me and leaned in to kiss me. I was worried that our braces would get stuck together, but they luckily they didn’t. I don’t remember what happened afterwards. I imagine that I was too awkward. I remember driving to our friends house later that night. I faced forward the whole ride while Eben wrapped his arms around my body. I was physically uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to adjust my body because I was so nervous. I remember he smelled terribly of axe or old spice. I didn’t think we were going to work out then, but we ended up dating for almost 4 years.