First Kisses

[roxybisquaint]

Hands up, who remembers their first kiss?

On the drive home tonight, conversation with the man lead to the recollection of first kisses. I could recall mine instantly and quite vividly. It was with my 3rd grade boyfriend, against a tree in the woods behind my house — freaking romantic, even to my little 8-year-old mind. Well, romantic until the neighborhood kids who'd snuck up on us started screaming and running to tell everyone within earshot. Then it was total embarrassment. But not only do I remember the kiss itself, I know the boy's first and last name, what he looked like, what his bicycle looked like and somewhere in my jewelry box, I still have the gift he gave me before my family moved away that summer.

The man, however, had to think about his first kiss and wasn't even sure of the girl's name or how old he was at the time. "I don't know, but I think it was within proximity to a spin the bottle game with my sister's friends." Seriously? I'm sorry but that is simply not an acceptable first kiss story. And that's all I could get from him. Is my husband unique in this memory lapse or is this how all guys are? Incidentally, do people actually play spin the bottle?

How about your first french kiss? Well it seems my husband's first kiss was also his first french kiss, which I think makes it even stranger that he didn't remember any details. I didn't get that kind of kiss until 9th grade, but it was worth the wait (even more romantic than my 3rd grade smooch). It was in the bleachers after a JV football game. My boyfriend (he was in 10th grade) was the team captain and they'd won. People were starting to clear out and he came off the field, walked up the bleachers, grabbed me and kissed me for what seemed like about 5 minutes. I can still see that kiss from like a sweeping aerial shot from a movie in my mind. Yeah, it was that good. And still the best kiss I've ever had (I didn't mention that part to the man).

So come on. Share. I need first kiss stories. Who remembers? How romantic was it? I want details.

Comments

[nanewt011.livejournal.com]

My first kiss? I was 8 and my best friend was a boy down the street, he was so cool. I think I fell in love with him the day I saw him stick a garden hose in his mouth and make the water come out his nose. I was a strange little girl, and very tomboyish. I played hard with the boys, I could outrun most of them, jump just as high and I was fearless. So I didn't do much kissing for awhile after that. In fact, my first french kiss was when I had sex the first time, I was 14. And regretable, forgetable, inevitable it was.

[spectralbovine.livejournal.com]

Oh, I remember my first kiss very vividly. I can picture it, even. It was with my best friend at the time, and we were on her bed, and she was looking at me, and I was looking at her, and she was saying, "Yes? No?" and then there was a lot of lip.

My first French kiss was a month or two later and with someone else.

[the-narration.livejournal.com]

Assuming that I haven't lost some childhood memory to the haze of time, my first kiss happened when I was 16 when my high school sweetheart and I were in the early, tentative stages of our relationship. I think the time I'm remembering was the first time. She and I were walking home from school and reached the corner where we parted ways. We kissed on the street corner... for a while actually. Finally broke it up when one of my neighbors drove by and honked at us. (Did I mention I grew up in a small town?)

My first French kiss was a few weeks later at prom, out on the balcony between dances. Same girl, obviously. She had braces with rubber bands, which made things interesting.

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[tackdriver56.livejournal.com]

Her name was Anita, the daughter of a friend of Dad's. Age eight seems to be the magic number. It was an experimental peck, mimicry of adult behavior. Nothing to write home about, though I remember what town they lived in, and where we were in their yard when it happened. No idea who initiated it.

First French kiss happened when I was 14, and I remember *everything* about her and the circumstances of several occassions, including up against a tree in a lightning storm. VERY nice.

Those were kind of experimental, and addictive and all, but...

Spring of Sophomore year brought first *love*. No sex yet, but the kisses I shared with that girl bent the laws of physics. If you ask me nicely, I can post an flocked bit of prose I wrote to protect against memory loss ;)

Thanks for reminding me. I, ah, I'll be in my bunk.
JK, back to MIL's house.