“I googled the first boy I ever kissed and he’s still in jail,” said Lily last night on the phone. Lily’s first love was, it seems, incarcerated in 1987 (long after the first kiss in question) for kidnapping across state lines. Although I am acquainted with more than one of Lily’s past paramours who have, well, flirted with the wrong side of the law, I was not aware that there was an actual convict in the mix. Turns out he was up for parole the very week that he popped into Lily’s head and so the subsequent googling brought up the details of the ultimately-unsuccessful parole hearing.
Chicklets, what happens when you google the first boy you ever kissed? I fear that most of us will come up empty or that the best we’ll be able to find are intramural soccer standings or user- reviews of DVDs. But do try, and do tell.