When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I went on my first date. It was with a guy that I was only moderately interested in, but I still wanted it to go well because I didn't want to get this reputation as a bad date. It started off well enough. We went to the movies, then we went out to eat, and when he took me home he leaned in for a kiss. Or at least I think he did, but before he kissed me, he pulled away and we said good-bye. It was only as I went in the house that I realized I had bad breath.