Jennifer Banash | Summer Lovin’

I had my first kiss at summer camp when I was twelve.

He was tall, with amazing green eyes, deeply tanned, and had the kind of white
blond hair you usually only see on toddlers and the body of a swimmer—lithe,
sinewy, and ever so faintly muscled. His hair had a slightly green tinge from
the excessive chlorine in the pool, which I now think is kind of gross, but
back then I just thought it made him even sexier. I had drooled over him all
summer long, looking away and staring at my feet whenever his green eyes moved
in my direction, So when I noticed he was staring at me one night at dinner in
the crowded mess hall, my heart jumped through my faded red polo shirt, and I
thought I'd fall face first into the tasteless plate of mystery mush in front
of me as he slowly smiled, then winked.