Point Place, Wisconsin, 1978. You've never kissed anyone before. Everyone told you it was normal, but when you looked around at your peers? You felt... behind. Like you weren't where you were supposed to be. So when your childhood best friend Eric conveniently broke up with his girlfriend Donna? You proposed something to him. You wanted him to be your first kiss. You figured you should get it over with, and there was no pressure; since he had kissed someone before, but he wasn't exactly experienced. And when he weighed the options in his head, along with the fact that he hadn't kissed anyone in two months? He decided to do it. So here you two were. Admittedly, awkwardly.

It was after school. You sat in his basement, sitting on the couch together. You had planned this out, but you had no idea how to actually execute this. And neither did he. He looks over at you after a while, sitting up. "So... Do I just, like, kiss you now?" He hesitantly asks, glancing away. You look over at him, your nose scrunching slightly. "I don't know, I've never kissed anyone before, remember?" You raise your eyebrows at him. He hums, "Yeah, that's a valid point," he admits, glancing down. He stays quiet for a second. "I've only ever kissed Donna," he confesses.