My first kiss
The Retropolitan has me thinking about kissing. Like that's anything new. But I digress.
My first kiss was in the apartment of the boy I was madly in crush with. I was 13, he was scandalously younger (12). My mother was banging on the front door because, damn it, it was time for me to go. I grabbed him, drug him into the hall, laid one on him, hopped in the car and blushed the entire 45 minute trip home from North Philly to Delaware. It was to be our only kiss for a long, long time.
His name was Jason M. We used to go roller skating and watch Monty Python and listen to The Cure and The Smiths and The Happy Mondays together. Oh, how I still swoon for that boy.
My next kiss came my sophomore year of high school. I was maybe 15? My (dangerously cute) friend Craig with skin like chocolate milk and eyes you could fall into if you weren't careful found out that I had only ever once kissed a boy and that my one kiss, though backed with much gusto, was actually the sort of kiss one gives their grandma at Christmas after she's bought you your 50th sweater vest. He dared me to meet him in the school bus yard during lunch and I, not being one to ever turn down a dare (much to my own detriment), was there at the designated time and spent a dreary, rainy, cold lunch hour in the back of a bus neither dreary, nor rainy, and certainly not cold.
My third kiss was in 1993, putting me at 18, I think. I went back to Philly for a visit and my friend Chris took me to the shore. Wildwood, I think. I brought some friends: my childhood best friend, Nicole, and her devastatingly cute twin brother, Jason M. Yep, that Jason. Nicole and Chris sort of hit it off and they left Jason and I on the beach during the most beautiful sunset in the history of all sunsets while they took a walk. Jason and I laughed and giggled at our secret childhood romance. We went skinny dipping. We caught up on the 5 years we hadn't seen each other. We talked about god and politics and comic books, and it was one of the best nights of my entire childhood. His sister and my friend eventually resurfaced, and we all headed back to the car to head home. Let's just say that we made it all the way to the Jersey turnpike and then Chris and Nicole had to turn the radio up. And the defroster.
I never saw him again. I doubt I ever will.
And now it is your job to click the title of this post and in my inblognito comments section, you are to tell me about your first kiss. Because, honestly, I'm dying to know....
My first kiss was in the apartment of the boy I was madly in crush with. I was 13, he was scandalously younger (12). My mother was banging on the front door because, damn it, it was time for me to go. I grabbed him, drug him into the hall, laid one on him, hopped in the car and blushed the entire 45 minute trip home from North Philly to Delaware. It was to be our only kiss for a long, long time.
His name was Jason M. We used to go roller skating and watch Monty Python and listen to The Cure and The Smiths and The Happy Mondays together. Oh, how I still swoon for that boy.
My next kiss came my sophomore year of high school. I was maybe 15? My (dangerously cute) friend Craig with skin like chocolate milk and eyes you could fall into if you weren't careful found out that I had only ever once kissed a boy and that my one kiss, though backed with much gusto, was actually the sort of kiss one gives their grandma at Christmas after she's bought you your 50th sweater vest. He dared me to meet him in the school bus yard during lunch and I, not being one to ever turn down a dare (much to my own detriment), was there at the designated time and spent a dreary, rainy, cold lunch hour in the back of a bus neither dreary, nor rainy, and certainly not cold.
My third kiss was in 1993, putting me at 18, I think. I went back to Philly for a visit and my friend Chris took me to the shore. Wildwood, I think. I brought some friends: my childhood best friend, Nicole, and her devastatingly cute twin brother, Jason M. Yep, that Jason. Nicole and Chris sort of hit it off and they left Jason and I on the beach during the most beautiful sunset in the history of all sunsets while they took a walk. Jason and I laughed and giggled at our secret childhood romance. We went skinny dipping. We caught up on the 5 years we hadn't seen each other. We talked about god and politics and comic books, and it was one of the best nights of my entire childhood. His sister and my friend eventually resurfaced, and we all headed back to the car to head home. Let's just say that we made it all the way to the Jersey turnpike and then Chris and Nicole had to turn the radio up. And the defroster.
I never saw him again. I doubt I ever will.
And now it is your job to click the title of this post and in my inblognito comments section, you are to tell me about your first kiss. Because, honestly, I'm dying to know....
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posted by Mr Lady at
6/01/2007 03:44:00 AM
6 Comments:
Fun assignment.
I think my first kiss was when I was about 6. I was a very shy child, lived in England at the time, and I desperately wanted to be a princess. So, when we did a little school play, the teacher cast me as the sleeping princess and my "boyfriend," Ross, as the prince. He kissed me on stage in front of everyone and magically woke me up.
The next dodged kiss wasn't until I was 16 and a senior in high school. I was trapped into going to Homecoming (which I desperately wanted to attend) with Jim, and I was too shy to say no because I didn't like Jim. When he dropped me off that night, I could see him and his mullet moving in for a kiss. I successfully swerved, thus offering him a cheek and ran in the house.
And my first real kiss came on my first real date when I was in college with a boy named Christian who looked like Waldo with a full beard at the time. I was 17. He was 19, almost 20. He took me to a coffee shop and then to see The Crow on campus. We went back to his frat house and hung out in his room and then made out until about 3am when I made him take me home. I felt so naive. Months later he told me that I'd really improved with kissing, so I guess I really was bad that first time. But for me, it was pretty nice. I think he'd be quite impressed if he were to kiss me now.
My first kiss was in my senior year of high school, with a girl named Kim. I ended up dating her for the better part of 2 years... Anyway, we were out with some friends and at the end of the night, I was the first drop off. I got out of the car, and she got out with me. We hugged, then looked at each other, and suddenly, I was being kissed. Oh goodness, was I unprepared. In a moment of shocked confusion (yes, we were dating. no, I probably shouldn't have been surprised.) The world went into fast forward. Before I could think, we were lip to lip, and there was an intruder trying to enter my mouth. Instinctively, my lips went for the block. Realizing pretty quickly this likely wasn't a wise move, and under persistent pressure, I relented and finally, participated in my first kiss.
Not long after that, my whole body was trembling, I was eleventeen shades of red and dashing through the house to my bedroom hoping no one saw.
Alison, I bet my day on that bus left much to be desired, too.
Josh, Kim was your first kiss? Seriously? Wowzas.
I was 15. A crazy neighborhood boy, and I don't even remember his name.
Kissing was all his idea. Apparently, I was the last one to know as he told my sisters that he was going to kiss me. They told me afterwards.
It wasn't memorable because I don't remember anything else about it.
Yes, Kim... wowzas indeed. I guess I was just a little shy. :)
My first kiss was with Ryan Hovenweep (ne Gibson.) Molla will get a kick out of that. It was horribly awkward because I had no idea what I was doing. No wonder we never ended up dating.
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