Believe it or not, at 16 and a half years old, last night, I finally had my first kiss. And this is something that I have stressed about since I was 13, and something I know a lot of teenagers place so much pressure on.

I want to say not having it for so long made it more magical but that would be lying. In reality it was awkward and over before I really had time to process what was happening. And that's what I want to stress in this chapter. Do not make it out to be this magical thing in your head because you'll be disappointed. Most of the time it's awkward as hell, and you don't quite know what you're doing, but as long as it's with someone you like and trust it can still be nice.

Don't just give it away for the sake of saying that you've kissed someone. Wait until the right moment arises, and trust me it will. For 2 years I thought I was so disgustingly untouchable that no one wanted me. In reality, I just hadn't met someone I clicked with on that level.

So rule fifty three of surviving Teenagehood: I hate to break it to you but usually your first kiss won't result in fireworks exploding around you and guitar music playing in the background.