My most significant kiss was with a boy I barely knew at this eastern North Carolina church camp Caswell. We were in small group bible study together and hit it off really well, but neither of us really talked about our orientations (I'm bi, he was gay). Anyway, it was the last night there and we were just walking and talking and we stopped and just looked at each other. Then we both just leaned in and kissed for what seemed like the longest time, but I'm sure it wasn't actually too long (didn't want to get seen, lol, might have gotten sent to some gay rehabilitation camp). Afterward we walked back and got to where the paths split up (I went to the left to get to my house, he kept following the little road thing) and I hugged him, well, we both sort of hugged.

I talk to him online every once in a while, but will probably not see him again.

No regrets though.