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| 08.15.05 (6:53 am) |
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I'm not sure why but late last night, as I was having a smoke and looking up at the stars, I had a thought about my first kiss(es).
My first kiss (aka the "peck") took place in late June 1989. No, I didn't write it down in a calendar but I do remember it because it happened just before we came to Canada in July of that year. I had been friends with this boy that lived down the hill. I think his name was Chris (it's been so long I've forgotten but we'll call him Chris regardless). I was coming out of church when I bumped into him at the door. I was 9 and really sad to be leaving friends. We talked for a few minutes. I told him I'd miss him and we gave eachother a hug. Some other kids came around the corner and we all decided to play a last game of hide and seek. We drew straws. One of the girls drew the short straw so she was it. As she started counting and the kids started running in all directions, I looked around for a good place to hide when all of a sudden, Chris came by and pulled me by the arm to hide behind the wheels of a big truck which was parked near the wall on the other side of the square. We were facing eachother, squeezed between the wall and the tire. He put his arms on either side of my face, holding himself against the wall so he wouldn't touch me and then he leaned in. It happened so quickly, I barely realized what had happened until afterwards. He said he'd miss me, blushed red and just then, we were found.
My next kiss, and what I consider my first "real" kiss, didn't happen for almost 10 years. I was 18.
There was this guy, his name was Marty. He was a Sweed that was working in Vancouver and who I'd met through some friends. He was a bit older than me, in his mid to late 20s. I had a bit of a crush on him. After a few outings with the group, he invited me over to his place for movies. I went, hopeful but uncertain of what would happen. It was a nice evening of videos, nachos, talk and water watching from the balcony but nothing happened. There were no moves and no indications that he was interested in me in any way other than friends. And so, at the end of a nice evening, he walked me down to the bus stop. We waited, talking in hushes voices. Laughing. I saw the bus coming around the corner and opened my bag in seach of change. At this moment, he put one hand on the side of my neck, cradling my head in his palm and the other went to my waist. He pulled me close, so close I could smell the fresh, clean scent of his aftershave. Time seemed to slow down then. He looked at me and slowly leaned in to kiss me. It was a soft, slow kiss that seemed to last forever. I could feel the people around us moving past me, towards the door of the bus. My legs went soft and I started to feel hot. He slowly pulled away from me and he was smiling. I remember looking up at him (as usual, shorty that I am) and smiling back. He whispered good night and I smiled and did the same. As I walked away, his hand slid down my arm and held my fingers lightly until I pulled away. I was on cloud nine for days.
It never worked out. After that moment, we never spent time alone again, instead spending time with the group. For weeks I was confused. He didn't call and when I finally called him, he never responded. A few weeks later, he started dating someone else. It was probably for the best. He was a bit immature for me but that kiss... it sent shivers up my spine. It still makes me blush when I think about it.
What was your fist kiss like?
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posted by:
kernkraft
post date:
08.15.05 (7:19 am)
a first kiss will always be a special moment...yet 90% of the time its not going to be your true love... scary! :)
posted by:
themarina
post date:
08.15.05 (7:47 am)
Reply to: kernkraft
I know. The funny thing is that when Dan and I met, it was like a first kiss all over again.
posted by:
jennjr
post date:
08.15.05 (12:48 pm)
Wow.
That was a great, great, great post.
Thanks for sharing that!
posted by:
AmyHCAlum
post date:
08.16.05 (6:21 am)
I think usually your VERY 1st kiss sucks (inexperience, mostly). What I love is your 1st kiss w/ someone. B/c you know what you're doing, but it's still all brand new.
My 1st real kiss was w/ a kid I worked w/ at the grocery store. It was kinda slobbery.
posted by:
themarina
post date:
08.16.05 (7:20 am)
Reply to: DeathByGlitter
Can't complain. It was pretty good...
posted by:
themarina
post date:
08.16.05 (7:21 am)
Reply to: jennjr
You're VERY welcome.
posted by:
themarina
post date:
08.16.05 (7:21 am)
Reply to: AmyHCAlum
Ahhh...I've had my share of those.
posted by:
childish
post date:
08.17.05 (9:36 am)
my first kiss was on new years eve, 2000. i was a "late bloomer" too, at 18, but it was a beautiful moment. I stayed with that guy for 4 years. I heard that he got married over christmas. I got married in may, so i guess we are over each other, but it still is a great memory!
posted by:
themarina
post date:
08.17.05 (10:20 am)
Reply to: childish
That's awesome! After it happened, I thought about him. Lots. An almost unhealthy amount. I never found out what happened to him.
