30DC – Kiss and Tell
| April 29, 2011 | Filled under Random Thoughts |
Happy Friday! Today’s challenge topic is totally fitting for the Royal Wedding day, dontcha think?
Day 10 – First Kiss and First Love
The topic of today’s post had me thinking of this song:
My first kiss was pretty awful. I was twelve, and we were playing truth or dare. It was a big thing in my 6th grade class to hide in our playground at recess and play truth or dare. The dare was to french kiss this boy – and there was a huge crowd around, and it was awful. I’m told – because I knew enough to close my eyes and that was about it – that he came at me with his tongue out.
Gag.
My first real kiss wasn’t until years later, in high school – which is a far more reasonable age for such an activity, I might add. I was nervous for the end of the date because I knew it would happen. We had reached that point in the relationship (I’m laughing at how serious this sounds but it was to me at the time). Probably because my first experience had been so disgusting I was not sure how to handle what I knew was coming.
But I honestly don’t remember much about the kiss itself. I’d like to think it was sweet and simple, like every good first kiss should be. All I know is I left that date with a big smile on my face and my parents teased me about it afterwards and I was embarassed that they must have known (oh the horror!).
My first love is such a tender memory. I was a freshman in college. He was an army boy.
Things between us didn’t start out very sweet and love-y (which is a whole other story for another day). But one night we were talking and he said he was going to miss me. And just like that, everything changed.
We were together a year, and he did everything right. He always brought me presents, attempted to learn French for me, and showed up on Thanksgiving to surprise me. We talked about a future together and had a grand plan.
I’m sure you can guess at how that one turned out. That fairy tale didn’t have a romantic ending – at least not for him.
But the transition from my first love into my second is a story that I’m saving for my memoirs. Or maybe it deserves a whole book of its own.
Alright, readers. If it’s not too personal, do tell me all about your first kiss. Do you remember it well? Or are you like me and are kind of fuzzy on the details?
My first kiss was in second grade, with the neighbor boy. We had a fort out back, between the hedge and the fence. I had gone there to show him my new notebook for school, and he asked if he could see it. I handed it over, and he said "close your eyes". So I did. A moment later he kissed me quickly and shoved the notebook back into my arms before running away. I don't remember exactly, but he had written a little love note in my notebook. Then he moved a few weeks later. lol.