Are any of you lucky enough to still remember your first kiss? The heart-wrenching will-he or won’t-he (or will-she or won’t-she) as you bravely looked into your partner’s eyes before taking the plunge.
That first gut-fluttering clench of excitement when you realized yes, this is it! It’s finally happening!
ahh that first kiss…
I remember my first kiss very well. I was 12 and I had my first boyfriend. We’d been ‘going out’ for a couple weeks…which is a heck of a long time in 6th grade! Anyway, the Big Moment came one day when he was visiting at my house and we’d somehow managed to sneak under my mother’s watchful radar.
The kiss itself was nothing spectacular…in fact, I wonder now if my boyfriend had been getting tutored in the art by his older brother because it was a little….sophisticated. And sloppy. And not so well-coordinated. Maybe on second thought he wasn’t being tutored…
But afterwards I was convinced, utterly and totally convinced, that it showed on my face that I’d been kissed. I thought it was stamped on my forehead in bright blue neon that Boyfriend and I had kissed.
I didn’t see skyrockets a la Brady Bunch…but I did feel different. Changed in some way.
A few years and a few boyfriends later, I figured out about the skyrockets of course. But that is a different story for a different day.
Aug 22
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