My first kiss as I would define it today was over a checker game, a bottle of Chateau La Salle (the fanciest cheap wine you could by for $2.50) and Neil Young singing his After the Gold Rush album in the background. The house was warm and cozy, it was quiet, we had our Jack in the Box Tacos ready for nibbling, and the kiss just came. It was the perfect kiss, the perfect moment and the perfect memory.