His name is Guy. I noticed him the first time I ever saw him at school. I've daydreamed about him plenty. But I've never had the guts to speak to him.

It's dark outside.

"Are you ok Baby?" he asks me gently, and squeezes my hand. He knows my name! My courage soars and I lean in and kiss him before it slips away. I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling of our lips touching, softly first and then more fiercely as a wave of feeling rolls through my body.

He pulls away first, and strokes my cheek with his fingers. "I think you're very beautiful, and I like that you often look quite serious."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. "You're someone special Baby. You've got vision – I know that because I've seen how hard you work at school. You're someone who's going places."

I'm stunned. He knows me and he thinks these things about me?!

"I've also noticed you. But you're always so busy when I see you at school. And I've seen you working at the spaza on weekends too." I trail off. I feel woozy. My mind is cloudy.

I don't want to look like I've got nothing to say so I lean in and kiss him again. I'm feeling a little dizzy as our lips meet again, but his strong arms hold me gently against him. "I've always wanted to kiss someone" I hear my voice say, as if from far away.

He moves away a little. I move straight back in. It feels so good to be held, I throw my full weight against him. I catch him by surprise and we nearly lose our balance. "Hey Baby," he says softly, "maybe you better slow down on the drinks."

I pull away, flushed with embarrassment. What am I doing? What must he think of me? I'm drunk. I'm literally falling on the guy. I pull away, shake my head and turn away from him, before hurrying back inside.

Guy is a good guy. He doesn't want to take advantage of a clearly drunk Baby. But all this is very overwhelming and the alcohol isn't making things any clearer. Should Baby be embarrassed or grateful? Did you ever regret a drunken kiss?