At the stroke of midnight, I did not get kissed [insert long sigh]. I was hoping that a miracle would happen, that a knight in shining armor would appear, scoop me up from the red cushion church seat I was on, and rescue my lips - which, by the way, I had glossed very well about two minutes before midnight - with his lips. But instead, at midnight, I was making sure that my text messages were being sent out to my friends - virtual and physical. I was saying thank God it's New Year. I was saying Read More
