My Resignation

Andy Foree has a very special announcement to make: He is no longer President!

That's right, you've all heard it here first. Andy is no longer President of the Virgin Lips Club!

Here's the story, in all it's glory.

Once upon a time, there was a young man who had only been to one Moho gathering in his entire life: A Matis Fireside. Two years later, this highly attractive young man went to eat dinner with other Moho's at The Mayan. Then, this young hot, sexy man told himself, "You know what? I need to put myself out there. No more hiding in my closet. No more being sad."

So, the handsome man went to another Moho party on Saturday night, this time at the house of Scott.

When the debonair man walked into the home, he recognized no faces. Therefore, he knew he had to make friends. He went straight for the table where everyone else was sitting, sat down, and started to make great conversation.

Across the table was another attractive young man, who kept on flashing his beautiful eyes in his direction. Their eyes met, and they began to talk. The first young man could tell that the second young man was funny, smart, witty, and intelligent: all traits that are very important to have.

When the entire group moved to the couch to be more comfortable, the first young man and the man who was eyeing him from across the table sat next to each other.

When the evening was over, the second young man offered to take the first young man home.....bleh. I'm tired of writing in a stupid fairy tale style.

Anyway, so this guy (I'm not saying his name just in case if he doesn't want to be known) took me home and we talked the entire way back. We held hands, too. It was a lovely night.

When we got to my house, I said "Well, I guess this is it. See ya later." I thought the next time I would see him would be at another Moho party.
"But," he implored, "I don't want this night to end."
"Well, we could go inside to watch a movie."

So, we went inside and watched The Lion King. We cuddled. We held hands. And then, it happened: my first real kiss. It was great. It was warm. It was slimy. It was nice. It was happy. It was real. It was fantastic. And most importantly, it was right. Or, rather, it felt right. The entire night, for the first time in ages, I felt right. I didn't feel wrong, I didn't feel broken, I didn't feel ostracized, I didn't feel like a walking sin. It all felt right, normal, and natural.

So, there you have it: the story of my first kiss. Clearly, other kisses followed since I have seen this mystery man every day since that party. I'm kinda nervous to publish this...but...I have no need to censor my blog.

There you have it, world! Andy Foree is no longer a lip virgin!