I'm tired of being called a prude.

I'm tired of not having a decent boyfriend.

Yes, call me gay, but does it look like I care?

Apparently not.

All I want, is a lesson.

A lesson on how to love.

But for some reason, my body isn't open to the idea. Neither is my heart.

But with a little help, will everything change?

Will that one, simple kiss change my entire life?