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I really like how nobody has said the other party's name. Indicative of the shame associated with first kisses? The bad memories that followed the initial good memory? The little shred of human nature that makes us wary of strangers? We're too afraid to bare our souls in front of all Tangst, because sharing your kissing partner would share a sliver of your personality (past or present), would share a sliver of your identity. We holy anonymity too preciously to betray it - dare I say it? - with a kiss.
Kindergarten, with Brett (which was then, to me, the hunkiest name in the world). Every morning, I would come in to the classroom and kiss him, and he would smile or say "yowza!" or something cute like that. And then he found out from his friends that if you liked girls, it meant you were gay, so he kicked sand on me at recess to assert his manliness and thus was ended the first relationship of my tiny life. *tear*
But that's okay, because I got a second chance at that first kiss thing in the Crabtree Valley Mall parking deck on November 21, 2005, with someone whose name rings a lot nicer in my ears than Brett's.
My first kiss was truth or dare seventh grade, with nano. I think she says she doesn't remember it, but I'll always cherish that moment of my budding adolescent sexuality. :P
My first kiss with a romantic interest was forced upon me on a first date. Monday, September 1st, freshman year, late afternoon. Too bad I stayed with the bastard for a year and a half. Being forced into your first "real" kiss is no way to start a relationship.
Hold on, I seriously don't remember this truth or dare. Would you mind enlightening me, either here or over aim/email/whatever? Because I guess that would make you my first kiss, only I don't remember it.
The First Kiss that I do remember was in my room, at the house that I live in now, with the only guy I would conceivably kiss on 3/30/06.
I was 5. It went like this: him: hey, come in the closet! me: oo! did you find a spider or something? *follows him into closet* him: *kiss* (the peck kind) me: ... him: can we do it again? me: MAYBE LATER *runs out of closet*
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11/18/03
Doc. A's den.
(not with the good doctor though)
Not yet.
*cry*
8/14/04 In the front row of Alien Vs. Predator (during the scary part!) with a boy who has the same name as a movie star.
11/16/04, with a boy who I don't care to think about. Before first period, by the brick wall outside the basement of the East Building.
It was a Tuesday.
in the back seat of a bus on a late ride home.
NEVER.
haha.
4/24/04.
Pullen park.
on a playground at night. that sounds much raunchier than it was, i promise.
in a college dorm room when i was 13. (the other party was 13, too) but i try not to think about it.
I really like how nobody has said the other party's name. Indicative of the shame associated with first kisses? The bad memories that followed the initial good memory? The little shred of human nature that makes us wary of strangers? We're too afraid to bare our souls in front of all Tangst, because sharing your kissing partner would share a sliver of your personality (past or present), would share a sliver of your identity. We holy anonymity too preciously to betray it - dare I say it? - with a kiss.
^maybe because names get censored? something about defamation?
The movie-star boy's name was Owen Wilson.
Kindergarten, with Brett (which was then, to me, the hunkiest name in the world). Every morning, I would come in to the classroom and kiss him, and he would smile or say "yowza!" or something cute like that. And then he found out from his friends that if you liked girls, it meant you were gay, so he kicked sand on me at recess to assert his manliness and thus was ended the first relationship of my tiny life. *tear*
But that's okay, because I got a second chance at that first kiss thing in the Crabtree Valley Mall parking deck on November 21, 2005, with someone whose name rings a lot nicer in my ears than Brett's.
Maverick. In the Doctor's house.
...with a knife
Nothing yet.
:-(
basement after we had to come inside cause it was raining!
summer of '04. in the duke gardens.
oh rashi, ill fix that
My first kiss was truth or dare seventh grade, with nano. I think she says she doesn't remember it, but I'll always cherish that moment of my budding adolescent sexuality. :P
My first kiss with a romantic interest was forced upon me on a first date. Monday, September 1st, freshman year, late afternoon. Too bad I stayed with the bastard for a year and a half. Being forced into your first "real" kiss is no way to start a relationship.
Anon14, I completely agree with you.
Kisses should be either spontaneous or agreed upon.
Not.
Forced.
--Anon3
Haha, anon13. I'm not really sure how else to respond to that.
June 26, 2005, two weeks and three days after I turned 16.
With Nicole Bobbitt
On the Tip East Campus circle quad.
somewhere around 9 or 10 at night.
It was a dance, it was saturday.
It was a spectacular moment I will never forget.
Hold on, I seriously don't remember this truth or dare. Would you mind enlightening me, either here or over aim/email/whatever? Because I guess that would make you my first kiss, only I don't remember it.
The First Kiss that I do remember was in my room, at the house that I live in now, with the only guy I would conceivably kiss on 3/30/06.
So please, set the record straight.
my first was trent murray during spin the bottle.
ew.
I was 5. It went like this:
him: hey, come in the closet!
me: oo! did you find a spider or something? *follows him into closet*
him: *kiss* (the peck kind)
me: ...
him: can we do it again?
me: MAYBE LATER *runs out of closet*
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