I remember I was 12 or 13 when it happened. Aside from that, it’s fucking foggy, which detracts from even MY belief that it actually happened (because if it did, I’d remember more. Or maybe that’s just me wanting to believe it didn’t happen, because I subconsciously want a clean-slate. Whatever, you be the judge.)
I only met the girl once. I don’t remember her face (other than she wasn’t knock-out attractive, though few girls are to you when you’re that age). I don’t remember her name, only that I met her through a douche of a friend I only hung out with due to ronery 12-year-old necessity. I don’t remember a lot of the lead-up, or why she did it, except I remember her remarking that we really hit it off after finding out we had a lot in common.
What I DO remember is that I said something (probably a suggestion on something cool to do, like chill at the park or in the local 2-story tree house), and in playful response she said “You know what I want to do?”, and I replied “What?”, and that’s when it happened.
I remember my eyes being the size of Frisbees. I remember the feeling arcing through my body like a lightning bolt, from my face and lips, through my chest and waist and finally out through my feet. I remember being in utter shock, and not being able to say anything but “Whoa….” and “OK….” after it happened. After that, I don’t remember the awkward part afterwards, except I had to go home early suddenly, and I remember running home feeling both positive and negative things, like “Holy shit what the fuck just happened?”, and making sure there was nothing on my face for my parents to see when I got home.
I never saw the girl again, and hardly remember her. She just sort of faded.