I actually don't remember my first kiss outside of family kisses. Pretty sure I was 15... A girl called Kate whose family were clearly like the richest poshest people I'd ever known, in Oxford of all places.

Met online but then in person. When I stayed at her place for a couple of days with her parents and such, I drove through this forested entry, round the trees I saw a giant mansion, and through the kitchen window in the morning, horses. (I had a separate room parents made me sleep in haha)

Like... I did not appreciate what I was seeing as much as I should have lol. But we did kiss at some point there, maybe in the cinema.

Long distance though, didn't work out.

Oddly her phone number is the only one I remember other than my own current one.

This story takes a dark, creepy turn though.

Maybe I'll write about it in more detail XD