My first real kiss was in the summer of 1987, when I was 15. (Shut up, I was a late bloomer with a seriously awful awkward period.)
We had been at that hotbed of hook-up, church camp. For those of you that think I'm being sarcastic, you've never been to a church camp. You always came back with a boyfriend. Always. My best friend Cherie had a boyfriend and her boyfriend had a friend who liked me. Okay, he liked Cherie, but she was dating Matt and was definitely not breaking up with him. He decided I was the next best thing.
He was okay. A big, tall guy, dark hair and eyes. His name was Scott and he was the JV quarterback at a local public high school. I had never had a boyfriend, never even attracted any male attention. (see aforementioned awkward period) I wasn't savvy enough to understand the politics of dating, but Cherie and Dawn manevered me through it. By the end of camp, we had gotten together, broken up and reunited. I sort of liked him, but mostly, I just liked having a boyfriend.
We sat together on the bus ride home, of course. It was late and I was asleep on his shoulder. I couldn't breathe and suddenly woke up to find his tongue in my mouth! Gross! I understood what he was doing, just not why. Come on. I was totally asleep. I probably even drooled on his shoulder. What the Hell? Needless to say, it was not something I wanted to do again, but he seemed to enjoy it and definitely wanted to, so I let him continue for a little bit before breaking it off and curling up with my face against the window. I must not have been as rude about it as it sounds, or perhaps he was thicker than I remember, because he wasn't upset in the least. In fact, he told all his friends I was a great kisser. Okay, he was either as new to kissing as I was, or I am a natural. I'm willing to entertain the latter, but I strongly suspect the first.
I should have let it go, but when Cherie came to me with the news that I was a fantastic kisser, I was mortified and confessed that I had been asleep. She found this hilarious and of course, told everyone who would listen. Guess how long my first relationship lasted after that little nugget dropped. Did you guess 45 minutes? Winner, winner, chicken dinner! Yup, he called me up to yell at me and I dumped his sorry, sleep-kissing bootie. Over the phone. 'Cause I'm cold like that.
It really wasn't the magical experience I had anticipated. Thankfully, over the years, it got better. (Thank you, Jeremy Neuman and Brian Miller, wherever you boys are.) By now, I've pretty much got the hang of it and I don't even mind when Mr. Clairol wakes me up with kisses. In fact, I pretty much dig it.
Do you remember your first kiss? Tell me about it. You can post it in the comments or use it as a blog post. If you post about it, leave a link in my comments, because you know we want to hear all about it.
5 comments:
I was 15, too (late bloomer here, also!). But I was awake! It was our first date and he told me, "Close your eyes - I have a surprise for you." The surprise was the kiss - but no tongue. Just a nice, soft kiss on the lips. I dated him for 2½ years after that, all of my sophomore and junior years in high school, then I broke his heart because I felt I needed to move on. They say you never really get over your first love, but I was totally over him and still am!
I remember them being a bunch of fumbled misses and nothing outstanding.
I was 15 as well. I had boyfriend named Sean and I remember many conversations with my BFF Sara about when it would happen. We had a few pecks on the lips and it was uber exciting. Then I remember one night as we were standing by my truck saying goodbye, he went for it. It was the grosses, sloppiest and wettest french kiss ever! He was always a sloppy kisser, so I can't say I'm sad to be past that!
I almost can't remember my first kiss. It was with Chad and I was in the 6th grade. I think it was just a peck real quick and I can't even remember where we were at. My second kiss was with a boy that summer named Peter Dewey...he wasn't as nerdy as him name sounds, lol. That only happened once too.
You remember, don't you?
Well, you weren't there, but the "Jason" thing. 15, after a basketball game,the back of a car - parked in an alley. Remember Christine? She told me "how" to kiss moments before. I won't even repeat her advice. Christine was in the front with her special friend.
I got in so much trouble with my dad.
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