My first kiss was NOT particularly pleasant but it was memorable. I think I was about thirteen or fourteen years old. This guy from the neighborhood who was about my age was always making racy comments around me, which I pretty much ignored. Late one summer night, I was walking home after hanging out with my friends and ran into the guy. He walked up to me, asked me if I’d ever been kissed and before I could reply, planted his lips on mine and stuck his yucky, sloppy tongue halfway down my throat. And then he walked away.

At the time I thought, “if this is what kissing is about, I’m NEVER getting married!”

We never mentioned it after that and I haven’t seen him in yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeears……

– webdiva