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"  Last week, in my &amp;quot;15 Dating Tips I Wish I&amp;#039;d Known&amp;quot; post, I casually dropped the fact that I did not kiss a guy until I was 18. I debated between keeping that line in or not, and I finally decided the joke was worth more than my personal humiliation. Plus, if I didn&amp;#039;t include it, there would&amp;#039;ve been 868 other ways I could&amp;#039;ve been humiliated throughout the week. Alas, the thing that many of you seemed to zone in on was that little, key fact. Yes, it is the truth. I didn&amp;#039;t kiss a guy in real life until I was 18. I was busy making TV shows and doing other things. The story, however, is one that still makes me laugh, so here it is\u2026 MORE: Celebs Spill Their First Kiss Stories I was in Nashville working on my short-lived country music career (let&amp;#039;s all forget that ever happened). I was staying with at the Hampton Inn and Suites. Don&amp;#039;t be too impressed by those free hot cocoa and morning bun accommodations. I had been hanging out a lot with one of my guitarists. We went out to eat, listened to rock records at his house that I faked my way through enjoying, and took trips to the mall that he faked his way through enjoying. I had experienced crushes and the beginning stages of relationships before, but nothing quite panned out. I seemed to attract guys with my sarcasm and ability to not care and then push them away with my sensitivity and crippling degree of care. Well, this case was different. This guy seemed to like me for me. He did what he said he was gonna do, he kept his casual promises, and he wasn&amp;#039;t funny but had a good sense of humor, which is all that really matters when you&amp;#039;re the one trying to bring the jokes anyway. MORE: First Kiss Tips! I knew I was ready\u2026 to kiss him. I knew he wouldn&amp;#039;t judge the fact that I hadn&amp;#039;t kissed anyone before. I knew he wouldn&amp;#039;t laugh when I looked at him like a deer in the headlights as I tried to figure out which way to cock my head. I just knew. He dropped me off at the classic Hampton and the goodbyes were lingering, a terrifying sign for me. My heart started pounding faster (out of paranoia, not love). He was 6&amp;#039;3&amp;quot; and I wasn&amp;#039;t wearing heels, so our height difference surpassed a foot. Regardless of the awkward popped-leg, lean-down he did, or my strange selection of hand placement, we kissed. He left. I had gotten it over with! My first kiss was out of the way! Hallelujah! I put on my pajamas and crawled into bed, feeling good, feeling proud, feeling womanly. Two weeks later, I was laughing at the incident when I realized he wasn&amp;#039;t right for me after all. It was great that he accepted me for me, but that didn&amp;#039;t mean I had to stick around and, to put it harshly, be bored. I broke it off with him via text, aka the classiest move of my life, and I didn&amp;#039;t look back. Got a first kiss story to share or a question for Jennette? Share in the comments below, or tweet @jennettemccurdy and use #17jennette Check out more from Jennette McCurdy&amp;#039;s Weekly Guide To Life!  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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