Call me a party pooper. I’m okay with that. I just don’t see the point in fireworks. It’s like “Wohoo. Something flies in the air and explodes.” After you’ve seen it once aren’t they all pretty much the same?
And they’re so loud. I hide in the house, usually with the littlest babies and pets, cowering until they’re over.
For me, comparing a first kiss to fireworks is a very bad thing.
My husband is a total pyro. I get his attraction. But for the rest of you, why do you like fireworks?