So the idea here is to tell one of those stories (a true story) where you just wanted to kick yourself in the balls, to teach yourself a lesson. When I was in 8th grade there was a girl, Jane, I had a crush on who I went on a camping trip with. My friends came up with some elaborate pretense to sleep in the girls' tent, and I ended up sleeping with Jane, in her sleeping bag. We were face to face, and her upper lip was in between my lips. We just lay there. We were awake like that for a good ten minutes. I did nothing. She was right in front of me, we were mouth to mouth, but we didn't kiss. And when she was lying on my lap on the way home, on the bus, I did the same. I kicked myself so hard for such a long time about this, for two years in fact I was kicking myself, especially since I had not even kissed a girl for the first time after all that time. But then, a couple weeks into 10th grade, after a long, personal talk one afternoon about lots of random things, the rain started coming down, hard. We were standing outside in the street, and she had walked me some of the ways home - I was holding her against my chest while the water poured down on us by the gallon and rushed strangers walked anonymously around us. She looked up into my eyes. We stayed that way for about 2 minutes, and then I let go and said goodbye. My first kiss was two years later at the age of 18. Can somebody beat that?