Well, technically I guess my first kiss was in Sunday School when Jordan (who I wanted to marry at the time)looked at me and told me to kiss the peice of construction paper he was holding in front of his face. Somehow, in my four year old mind, what he was saying didn’t click, so I kissed the paper while he kissed the other side. I couldn’t talk for about a half hour after that, and I know my face went beet red.
As for my REAL first kiss, I’m saving that for my one and only, no matter how crazy everyone else thinks that is.