OK, I'm gonna tell you. But you have to promise not to tell anyone else. I will be so mortified if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone. For real. When I was 14, I went to Mexico on vacation with my friend's family. I was super excited to wear my new purple bathing suit and jean skirt and I had this white Benetton t-shirt with overlapping pink, purple and black circles on it and I loved it and thought I looked really cool in it. I'd kissed a boy and been to second base but I guess I'd never really been in the 'throes of passion', as they say. So. I met this guy Chris. This Canadian. And he was so... I really want to write 'dreamy'. Because that's how he was to me. Back then. But he was missing his two front teeth (because he had fallen on a swing set when he was ten and knocked them out and so still, at 16, was having different surgeries and stuff to correct the problem). He had a funny asymmetrical haircut too. And a strange dimple half way up his cheek. But... I don't know... something about him drove me absolutely wild. We kissed in the pool for an entire afternoon. My friend's parents had gone into Manzanillo. The resort was a closed one and I guess they thought we were 'safe'. Which we absolutely were. My friend, my BEST friend, Kate, sat reading books and magazines by the poolside and putting up with the situation but I... I wasn't even there. I was on cloud fucking nine. The day before, we'd been building sandcastles and now, well, I was a woman. Or at least that's what I felt back then. There's something really awesomely incredible about kissing for a whole day. It was like a magic shroud had been dropped on us. I wanted more - a lot more! But that was all we could have. And it was enough and sort of more than enough all at the same time. We made plans to meet that night. Hop the fence to the beach, share some cocktails, which his older brother had been buying for him in the evenings. I was wearing my jean skirt and Benetton shirt and I put some vanilla essence behind my ears and some lipstick on my lips. And then I left to meet him. My friend's parents thought we were going to the kid club. But we didn't, of course. We went to meet them at the beach. And what I've never ever told anyone about that night is - Oh shit. That's the ten minutes up...