It's Another Story Weekend!
This week’s theme: First Kiss.
Are you new to Story Weekend? No problem! Everyone is welcome. Here’s an opportunity to share a tiny snippet of your life with my fellow blog readers. We’ve been having fun with it, but there are a few “rules”:
- The story must be true.
- Try to keep it under 100 words. That’s about six or seven lines in the comment form. I want others to read your story, and most people tend to skip if it’s too long. I know how tough it is to “write tight” but I hope you’ll accept this as a challenge.
- Avoid offensive language.
Have fun, and as usual, I’ll kick it off with my own comment.
Lucy and I invited some boys to watch football with us in Lucy’s rec room, having decided it was time we learned how to “make out”. But good Catholic girl that I was, I went into a frozen panic when Jeff put his arm around me. I kept my gaze on the TV and when he kissed me I pushed him away, fabricating a boyfriend I couldn’t betray. Mom picked me up and I trembled all the way home, where I ran up to my room, closed the door and prayed the rosary until I felt forgiven. (PS: I got over this rather quickly).
Always the ornery one, I got it in my head in first grade that Brent would be my first kiss. Who knows what brought this on, probably some tv show or another. That day at recess I found him out on one of the playsets and pinned him down and kissed him good. Thankfully he was a perfect gentleman and never said “yuck!” and we laughed about it for years to come 🙂
I grew up with a terminally ill father so got shipped to my aunts for the summer. The year I turned 12 I ‘went steady’ with a 16 year old renegade called Joey. He gave me a ring. WooHoo. Just didn’t tell me it belonged to his grandmother who lived with them. Her engagement ring. Suffice to say I lost it in the grass on my aunt’s lawn and once the cat was out of the bag an all out search ensued. Before I left to go home, car purring in the driveway, Joey placed his hand under my chin tiiping it towards him and kissed me. I carried that kiss like a badge of honour and an introduction to all things romantic for years to come.
When I was in the 8th grade there was this very cute and talented boy who sang in a local band and danced like “James Brown.” We were walking in the same direction after school one day and started talking when we were parting ways he pulled me in his arms and gave me the kiss of a life time, I can still taste the spearmint gum he was chewing. Although we never spoke again this proved to be so far the best kiss of my life….
My first kiss was in the summer of 8th grade. I was such a shy kid but I was “in love” with this cute boy named Brian that went to day camp with me. One day at the craft table we chatted and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was soooo thrilled. He kissed me for the first time on the way to the buses to go home. It was quite a day for me! I still remember it like it was yesterday and it was many years ago. Every now and then I still think of Brian and whatever became of him. You know first crushes … ahhhhh to be young again … 🙂
It was July 1968 in Northeast Philadelphia. I was ten years old. It was so hot we were allowed to stay out, long after the street lights went on.
Dennis had been my boyfriend since kindergarten. We watched Kennedy get shot together, we were so young but we knew that moment would stay with us forever.
His father died in Vietnam. When he showed me the purple heart, I thought it was his father’s actual heart.
On this particular night we were playing cops and robbers on our bikes. It was the girls turn to be the robbers. Dennis grabbed the back of my bike. He got off of his bike and stood next to me and kissed my lips.
I was two. There are family pictures showing his affection and “the kiss.” My grandmother cared for him while his mother taught school. We lived nearby and I became his playmate. His mother became my first-grade teacher and decided that I was to one day become her daughter-in-law. Our families lost touch until years later. I was then engaged to my now husband of 54 years. Her comment to me: “How could you do this to us?”
It was the last day of school and I was in the 7th grade. He was in the 9th grade and would be going into high school the next year. Everyone was signing year books and the emotions ran high! Would we ever see each other again?!!! After lunch period was over he walked me to my next class, his arm around me. Without even realizing it was going to happen, he bent his head toward me and gave me a kiss! I never knew lips were that soft………..
I love these stories!
They were all so good!
It was 1981, a school trip. We arrived at our destination after a long coach trip to rain! Lots and lots of it! The teachers said we could venture out if we wanted to, most stayed on the coach. With nothing much else to occupy us, kissing was the thing. I had my first kiss, with the boy I had fancied for so long, we put a coat over our heads and kissed with the rain slashing against the coach window. It was the start of a short and my first romance. In years to come I often wondered what had happened to my the boy I kissed. Thirty years later I found my first kiss on facebook, we met for a coffee and although a pleasant meeting it did somehow take away the fairy dust and sparkle I had kept in my imagination about that man.
It was February 1966 in the Bronx. My twin sister and I were sophomores in high school, and we were off for winter intercession. No school for a week! We traveled by bus from our apartment in the West Bronx to our friend Laura’s house in the East Bronx, near the Long Island Sound. Laura told us that a group of kids were going over to Mitch’s house — he was one of the neighborhood boys. Mitch was a year older than me and his parents had a “rec room” set up in the basement where he and his friends could hang out. When we got to Mitch’s house the rec room was full of boys and girls playing ping pong, listening to records, and enjoying each other’s company. My sister and I were introduced to Mitch, and his eyes locked mine. He was so cute! Sandy blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. We started talking and he asked me if he could take me to the movies. I was 15 years old and had never been asked out on a date before!! I gave him my phone number and he leaned down and kissed me! My first kiss! Mitch and I dated for a few months. He took me to my first Sweet 16 party. We fizzled out, but met up years later at my cousin’s house in Newport, Rhode Island. He was married with a little baby. I found out a few years ago that Mitch passed away, and I felt so sad. I still remember his green eyes and my first kiss.
Standing in the moonlight, was I surprised that he took me gently in his arms and enveloped me with the most glorious kiss I could ever dream of?…no, I wasn’t surprised. We stared at each other all night so I knew it might happen. We barely knew each other but we became man and wife and true soulmates…was it my first kiss?…no, but its the only 1 I remember and the only 1 that counts.
Ah, Margo, that Gary’s a lucky guy!
Those old rec rooms were fun, weren’t they Marlene?
Justin was a boy in the year above. Just being 7, I knew not much about kissing. I had no interest in it either. I guess he was a bit messed up really….one day he pushed me agaisnt a wall and kissed me. He bruised my back. I cried. He ran away. Later that year he got sent to a juvenile detention centre for stealing (or so I hear, how much can one rely on gossip?) I still wonder how he got on.
I thought he’d be a girl. The doctor and nurses worked around me, stitching me, weighing him, wiping him down, swaddling him, handing him over. I’d anticipated him for months—my baby. Now quiet, self-conscious, I had no idea how to be his mother. Hours later, alone with him at last, I switched on the radio we’d packed, and the song my dad sang at my wedding played. I looked down at my son and kissed his downy head and he was mine. He’ll marry this fall. They’ll kiss and he’ll belong to another.
That’s beautiful, Julie.
We were just friends at the time, although we had been writing for two years. I was only 15, not yet allowed to date and therefore never been kissed. He was 19, too old for me even if I had been allowed to date. However, while saying farewell when leaving to return to his naval base he strolled over, cupped his hand under my chin and gave me a soft and wonderfully sweet goodbye kiss.
Two years later we had our official first date! Although I had been dating for a year by then, other kisses never measured up to my first kiss. Tomorrow we will be celebrating our 46th anniversary. His kisses still slay me!