My First Kiss (Kind of)

Picture from here

This arti­cle is in two parts — the de facto first kiss and the first rela­tion­ship first kiss.  Ide­o­log­i­cally they are quite dif­fer­ent so I thought it would be best to sep­a­rate them out.

De Facto First Kiss

Not the first girl I kissed

When I was in kinder­garten I didn’t know how to deal with girls.  I thought you were sup­posed to kiss girls (I was 5).  So I had a girl I liked named Laura.  I used to chase her around the room and give her kisses on the cheek or on the lips.  I would have been a reg­u­lar Casanova, but she didn’t like it.   She got teased about it.  I got teased about it.  Even­tu­ally I guess it got to me because I stopped.   That how­ever was my de facto first kiss.

Real First Kiss

I was so not the pimp

I was a soph­more in high school, how I man­aged to get a girl­friend I still have no idea.  Yet I did man­age to.  In the fall (some­hwere in October-November) of 1991 I had my first kiss.   It was at my girl­friend’s best friends house up the street from my parent’s house.  I can say I don’t hon­estly know if we were actu­ally dat­ing yet though.   We were sit­ting on the hood of her blue 1991 Mer­cury Topaz.   It was odd, uncom­fort­able, strange.   Of course I assume it’s almost always that way for a first kiss or just a first.……

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