i got my first kiss tonight… im 13 and had my girlfriend karla over. we were in my bedroom writing silly little notes with this pen that u can only see the ink under a black light. we were sitting on my couch and i was writing i love karla on my arm i hold the black light to it and laugh,i kinda messed up on the heart i said. she says i think its perfect. naww i say. and she says it is to me and leans over and gives me my first kiss. i hesitated for a minute or so and said i love u karla dont forget. i wont she says. and she rests her head on my shoulder. omgi love this gurl if u ever see this karla dont forget your first kiss i love u!

My first kiss was with Eleanor in 1949.I had lost touch with her and found her on line 2 years ago.She hardly aged.

It really gets me thinking, that so many of you had kisses before I was even born – for me, a couple of those stories are about times that never really existed. The 1950’s? I wasn’t born until 1986! And my first kiss wasn’t more than 40 years ago – it was a whole 40 DAYS ago. It was fairly late in the evening, and we had got away from the crowd by going outside. For probably half an hour we held each other while sitting down, then we stood up and at the same time we edged our faces closer together and our lips touched in the sweetest moment I can recall in my whole SIXTEEN years of life. So beat that for a more recent experience of a first kiss!

MY FIRST INTELLECTUAL ROMANCE T Ragos was the first guy I’d ever dated of any race who wasn’t a jock, wasn’t good looking, none of my girlfriends wanted him, had a face-full of pot marks… but I was crazy about him. He was the first guy who recited poetry. We would walk for miles along the West river talking about the many places we would travel when we were old enough to get our passports on our own. We spent hours in Central Park watching children in the playground, discussing the merits of early Bowie, Laura Nyro, The Dead Kennedys, Was not Was, Lil Green (a female blues singer from the twenties). He knew everything I knew and our interests were so similar. We were not of the same race, we were not of the same teen social status (I had my choice of jocks and friends of all races and monetary status- he got beat up and ignored) I don’t know what pulled me to him. A year later I was no longer feeling it, and started dating jocks again. But for a brief moment, I had an intellectual romance.

well, my first “real” kiss was not very romantic. I was in the 6th grade and Mike and I were on the bus on our way back from a field trip. As he leaned in to kiss me I realized that I still had on my elastics from my braces. YUCK! That was all I could think about the entire time. Everytime we kissed after that I was sure to take them out.