I knew that he was about to kiss me, and I wanted him to kiss me, so, of course, as he's leaning in, with his hand on my arm, I ask him if he's going to that party next weekend. And the next thing I know, we're having some pointless conversation about our mutual friends, and how strange it is that we only met recently when we've known so many of the same people for so long, and I'm talking, and he's talking, and all I can think is, "He was just about to kiss me!" And I wanted him to kiss me.