Sometimes kissing your best male friend is not the smartest thing to do. I know, because I’ve been there and done that. At least I can look back and laugh about it. I went to a mixed boarding school with co-education classes from Grade 10. My circle of friends always included boys and in my fi nal year I met a boy who became the best friend I could have ever asked for.

We were two peas in a pod and even though we attended diff erent schools, we were close. During one school holiday, he came for dinner and we ended up watching a movie until late. When it was time for him to go, I walked him to his car. He turned around to say goodbye and mentioned the way that Italians say it with a kiss on each cheek and then a kiss on the lips. I was too clueless to resist, but it turned out not to be as simple as that.

The last kiss, a simple kiss on the lips, turned into a lingering, want-to-laugh, not-sure-what-to-do-next kind of kiss. I clumsily pulled away, muttered a hasty goodnight and pushed him into the car. We talked about it later and agreed that disaster had been averted. Fast-forward to today, and we are still very good friends, and we know that, despite our feelings then, it was better left at that.


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