My first kiss? It was over 20 years ago. It was with this girl Barabara who was 11 (I was 13). We were hanging at in her apartment with a bunch of friends and several times she would pull me off to a corner or something but nothing came of it. Then, she pulled me into a darkened bathroom, shut the door, and WOW! A french kiss I’ll never forget. She might have forgotten — but I sure won’t.
I remember my first kiss, it was in 1952 and I was 6 years old attending kindergarten at P.S.26 in Queens, NY. Her name was Janet and she invited me for a soda after school, I accepted and when I did she gave me a small kiss on my lip. I still remember to this day, how much it meant to me. I am always telling my kids about Janet and that first kiss.
My first kiss was in the back of the schoolyard in Pittsburgh in the sixth grade. There was this kid in my class, Richard…who really liked me, well at least I thought so. And he was always shoving me around. So one day we were at recess and he starting pushing and landed a quick one on my lips. I was soo surprised at this. This was back in 1983.
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
My first kiss took place while hanging out in a parking lot with friends. We must have been in 7th grade, and I had a crush on the boy (since he had kissed me on the cheek in kindergarten). We were playing “truth or dare”…and that’s how it happened! (Nothing else ever happened between us after “the kiss”.)
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.
My first real kiss came when I dated at age 18 Marsha Goldman.The first time I saw her I was mystified.It was a dark night.She was standing outside her Crown Heights apartment building.Her blond hair shone against the dark sky.She was a sight to behold.Several months later we officially met and started dating.She was a wonderful girl.I just failed to realize how wonderful she was.We had a silly arguement and both of us were too proud to say I’m sorry.I’ve regretted that mistake all my life.