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7th grade, in a school bus. Her name was Dena. We were on the way back from an 'away' basketball game, and we were fans they shuttled over. I wasn't into watching basketball, but Dena was. I recall wondering if I wasn't a good kid. I must have kissed more different girls in the next two years than any other two in my life. Spin the bottle was featured at every 7 and 8th grade party I went to. That resulted in my first french kiss, in 8th grade.