I couldn’t take my eye off her and thought I should not miss this chance.I took a piece of cake and made her eat that by which I could touch her lip.... I told her there was a cream still on the lower lip and started wiping it slowly with my fingers. It was then she started understanding my intentions and looked into my eyes. I couldn’t resist anymore as I pulled her close and started kissing her. She was totally dumbstruck with what I did and couldn’t even push me back.For a while I kissed her. It was a show of respect and affection. It also almost always paid off in the end either with returned respect, or surprise and smiles.Once we arrived at the dance, Jess introduced me to her school friends. They seemed to be surprised that a junior was at the dance with a sophomore. Her friends were either with classmates or unaccompanied.During the evening, I danced with Jess most, but I also danced with her unaccompanied friends. The other guys saw that so almost all of the singles were asked. But I continue, "I am pretty sure that I am not so much into the whole bondage and discipline, and sado-masochism thing as maybe some others are." I thought on it for a few minutes while I go and pour myself a drink and I reply with, "Not so much, more the wives obey your husbands kind of thing, than the whole s&m scene." Wow did he light up at that. We exchanged ages and descriptions and even a pic or two of ourselves. Me the 5'10" avg guy, 145# blue eyes, glasses, and sandy blonde hair, You. “When I looked at the photos and video, I had a strange sense that all those particles weren’t floating off of me, but they were coalescing on me. I was being made whole from the fabric of the universe. I am not fading out of existence but fading into it. I’m solidifying. Becoming one.”I had a term paper to write comparing a specific aspect of modernism with a counterpart in postmodernism and how it influenced my own work. Foundations of Contemporary Art was not my favorite class by a long.