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Thursday, July 21, 2005

Eighth Question

Do you remember your first "ROMANTIC" kiss? Please describe your first kiss, who the other person was, where you were at, etc.

19 Comments:

  • At 10:57 AM, Blogger Sublime said…

    My first kiss happened in 2nd grade. I still remember the boy, his name was Joey R. and he was in my class. Joey had freckles and was cute as a button. I'm pretty sure I was the one that kissed him, not the other way around...lol. It happened right in the middle of our classroom when we were waiting to leave for lunch. I was wearing a black t-shirt (not sure why I remember that). The kiss wasn't quite "magical" or anything like that, just a quick peck. I've since honed my skills for making people kiss me :)

     
  • At 11:17 AM, Blogger Bent Fabric said…

    I can't remember my first kiss with a guy. Guess it wasn't that good.

    My first kiss with a woman, however, is easy to recall. Hmm, I wonder why? *lol*

    Long story short, my best friend had just found out she had cancer (I was 13, she was 15.) She asked me to spend the night and I was happy to oblige. I would've felt like I was abandoning her if I had left so it was a good thing she asked.

    In the middle of the night she woke me up and told me she wanted to kiss me. And before I even had a chance to answer she planted nice wet one on me. Yowza! My whole body was a tingle.

    Anyhoo, we made out for the entire summer until she decided she didn't want to do it anymore. Bummer!

     
  • At 2:18 PM, Blogger sunray said…

    The first isn't the memorable romantic one. That one occured on a bus home from camp with a boy named Joey and makes me think of Orange Tang, making braided leather keychains and catching little tree toads.

    The memorable absolute most romantic first one never to be forgotten was in the middle of a restaurant and I had no idea it was coming. I was kissed mid-sentence. I completely lost all sense of surroundings, noises, spectators and everything except the sensation in the moment. In my mind it lasted for a long long time. It winded me.

    Interestingly, I was kissed somewhat similarly to this just yesterday in my driveway.

     
  • At 2:34 PM, Blogger SassyFemme said…

    I was about 14 or 15, my first boyfriend, we were at a high school dance. I think it was an Air Supply song playing. Wow, haven't thought about this in ages, decades even! The thing is, I didn't feel anything, didn't get why kissing was supposed to be so great. Fast foward about 10 or 12 years, I kiss a woman, and finally get why kisses are so magical!

     
  • At 5:05 PM, Blogger austinizer said…

    Her name was Lain. People called her "Fast Lain". We met at a party at my house. I was drunk. Somehow, I ended up in the car w/ her and her two friends on the way to another party. I fell asleep with my head in her lap. I woke up with her tongue in my mouth. It was....everything.

     
  • At 6:27 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I'm a white boy.
    The first girl I kissed was black.
    TOTALLY blew my mind.
    Absolute life-changing experience.

    Oh yeah, and she's straight.

    and so am I.

    She was a cutie!

     
  • At 10:48 PM, Blogger CrackerLilo said…

    I was moving away from Daytona, when my best friend at the time, Michael (we're still pretty close) approached me. We were eleven years old and in sixth grade. He thought he should kiss me goodbye. When I wondered if that would be a little weird, his rebuttal was so stirringly romantic, I'm still laughing: "Everyone already thinks we're boyfriend and girlfriend, and I don't have to see you for a while if it's weird. And I won't do French if you don't want." I didn't want. So, okay. We kissed. And then we kissed again. It was really nice.

    Five years later, we dated (we could drive between Daytona and Orlando), and we did end up doing French. A lot. And it was good, at least until he got all jealous and stuff. :-)

     
  • At 11:05 PM, Blogger JB said…

    The first real kiss I remember was in 5th grade behind the girls locker room with either Felix or Kelly Lopez. Yah, it's sad I don't remember which one, but they were twins and I dated each of them at one point, so who knows. I was such a hussy. Anyhoo...I remember thinking, "eewww" because his big lips and tongue were slobbering all over me and in hindsight I'm sure it must've looked like a Saint Bernard trying to lick ice cream off a thimble.

    *shivers*

     
  • At 12:43 AM, Blogger Crystal said…

    I was 13, his name was Orlando, but I called him Landy. "Yankee doodle Landy", it was 110 degrees outside and my nose was peeling from a sunburn. It was behind a bush and I kept getting stickers poking my butt. He was incredibly sloppy, but oh the crush I had on him!

     
  • At 5:46 AM, Blogger Trielles said…

    I'm 19; he's 26; he's bringing me home from a date; we're in his pickup truck; I'm sitting beside him; he stops at a stop sign on a deserted road; turns to me; I look at him; he lifts my chin as he says "this night has been grand"; and he kisses me. *sigh* We've been married now for 17 years.

     
  • At 5:46 AM, Blogger sttropezbutler said…

    OMG...I can't remember...and it isn't because there have been billions! I do remember some great kissers along the way...and I've been told I'm not such a bad kisser myself!

     
  • At 11:02 AM, Blogger Toady Joe said…

    I met the dude I would marry, when I was 15 and he was 19. It was at a party (the drinking, smoking kind of course) about 3 blocks from where I lived with my parents. When my curfew arrived, I said my goodbyes to everyone and started to leave, then I leaned back into the room and pointed at him. I asked him to walk me home. Another guy (the guy I actually came with, but he was an ugly dork blind date) "thought" I was pointing at HIM, and started to get up... and I was all "no, him...". The right guy got up and walked me home, and then in the street in front of my house we stood and talked for a few minutes - exchanged phone #'s, etc - and then I "made" him kiss me. The rest is history... 21 years later, OMG I can't believe it.

     
  • At 6:01 AM, Blogger Qivan said…

    No I don't and know I wish I did.

     
  • At 5:45 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    My first romantic kiss was the summer I turned 15. My girlfriend and I snuck out of the house and cruised around with friends until we ended up at a construction site. I had a huge crush on an older boy (he was 17 going on 18 too soon) We have the same birthday, three years apart. I remember I was soooo nervous. My palms were sweating and I kept praying I could kiss someone with my braces on. The orthodontist never forbid me from kissing, just eating corn on the cob and apples. I sent up a silent prayer that I wouldn't cut his lips and he kissed me behind a large piece of construction equipment (a crane, I think) I was such an amateur and felt very embarrassed by my lack of experience. He and I hooked up in college again (braces free) and my kissing was much improved by then. We lost touch for about a decade until we found each other over the internet. We met up and finally consumated our teenage passions. It was well worth waiting for:)

     
  • At 10:28 PM, Blogger Gatsu said…

    Romantic huh? I'll tell you when that happens.

     
  • At 12:33 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    The fellow and I recently broke up, but alas, I shall recall with fondness our first kiss with each other.

    For awhile, this fellow and myself had been spending a considerable amount of time with each other. Opening up and discussing realms we had shared naught with our closest of friends. I felt something incredibly deep for him, and I could tell he felt it for me. He was never demonstrative with anyone, but me.

    Nonetheless, 'twas the night before spring break. I was in his dorm room, and we were talking. The hour was approaching 10:15, and that would be the last shuttle bus back to my apartment. Granted, there were cars @ 11:30 and 12:30 going back to my apartment, yet, I prepared to make a grand exit at 10:15.

    I knew the time had come... We were discussing plans for the summer. Fancy dinners in Manhattan, especially Tavern On The Green. I spoke of the big band swing outside, and told him that we must attend. He was lying upon his bed, which was raised above the ground.

    I, standing by his bed, continue speaking of the dancing beneath the stars. He mentions he does not know how to dance, to which I respond with "Would you like me to show you?"

    My hands reach to his, and well, whether he pulled me down or I lunged at him- next thing I know, I am lying upon his chest. My face next to his.

    Then came my infamous line "We're dangerously close to kissing aren't we?" Apparently, the answer was a resounding YES because next thing I know...

    He and I are engaged in this non-stop kissing for over 2 hours. I could not stop smiling for weeks.

     
  • At 11:22 AM, Blogger Late Edition said…

    mmmm ... i was 17, she was 16 ... we were hugging, leaning up against the fridge in her parents' kitchen ... we'd been out all night, were exhausted and instead of just hugging we slid into this soft, warm, unbelievable kiss ... Cheap Trick's 'If you want my love, you got it' was playing ... her name was Amanda

     
  • At 1:34 PM, Anonymous Phreddd said…

    Too many of them from about the same age (17), and they were all necessary.

     
  • At 9:22 PM, Blogger sdk said…

    LMAO...The first romantic kiss I had was with my 8th grade crush, Keegan Ball. We skipped lunch and spent the entire 45 minutes making out in the rafters of the auditorium. We were both in the school play, Grease (of course) and he dared me to climb the light bar and wait for him.

    Of course I did it...LOL

    We were late to English and I had a note sent home to my mom. Mrs. Huffenberger said that she could tell that I was lying that my locker was stuck because the locker being stuck wouldn't have made both Keegan's and my mouth bright pink!

    DAMN that pink lipstick! DAMN IT!

    sdk

     

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