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1) What would you like to remembered for. Or, alternatively, what talent do you wish you had?

I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’m not going to be someone who will be remembered widely or for very long. Instead, I want my actions and treatment of those around me to change people and change others, in turn. It’s a more achievable goal than it sounds. It doesn’t take much to change someone when you can show them that being a good person doesn’t always have to be difficult.

That’s not a stupendous answer, I know. A talent I wish I had would be one for learning new languages. It would help in the short term communicating with my in-laws, but would be extremely awesome for travel anywhere and meeting new people.

2) Tell us about your first kiss ever.

My first kiss with someone not a member of my family was a classmate in kindergarten. Her name was Talia. We lived a block away from each other and we actually went to school together through high school (surprisingly through regular stream, then French immersion, then the gifted program).

I don’t really think that counts, though. My first real kiss (and by that I mean serious making out) was when I was fifteen. I was a summer camp counselor. One of the campers (a little younger than me) had an 18-year-old cousin visiting from Germany who hung out at the camp for lack of anything else to do. We hit it off, and ended up making out more than once before she went back home. Zoya. A Persian-German. My Jewish parents would have been so happy.

3) Tell us about your most embarrassing sexual experience. Be honest. We’re all friends here.

Huh. In my freshman year in university, a girlfriend and I were trying something slightly beyond our acrobatic abilities. It was a lot of fun at first, though the strain was getting the better of me. At one point we were perched precariously by an open window of my dorm room (with the blinds shut, mind you) when I fell straight out of it, barely covered by only the cheap venetian blinds that formerly covered my window. My window was low enough to not hurt so much falling out of, but too high to climb back in. So, I had to wait until my girlfriend got dressed before she could come to the dorm building’s entrance to let me in.

This isn’t really THAT embarrassing until you realize that my dorm window backed onto a major thoroughfare in downtown Toronto. For those of you who know the city, this was me falling naked out of a window meters away from Bay Street a couple blocks south of Bloor, in broad daylight.