Howdy all - welcome to our newcomers! Please stick around - we don’t bite! (Well, LOUNE does - but not hard. Okay hard, but he means well!) 
So my turkish delight is all made and lurvely it is too! Pics here and here. YUM!!! Let me know if y’all want the recipe!
Oky-doky. Off to get ready for iftar - see you after the ritual face-stuffing (and wish me luck on impressing MIL with my sweeties! 
Haze…just WOW!!! I am fanning myself as we speak! Great job!
My first kiss was from Tommy B when I was 14. It was our first date and we went to see Swiss Family Robinson. He was my first boyfriend.
One memorable stolen kiss happened back when I was married to the Klingon. On Friday nights we ate at Giovanni’s with a group of friends, one of whom was a lovely Eyetalian with whom I had a mutual crush. To make a long storey short, there was much Zambuca involved and inhibitions slightly altered. It was a toe-curling kiss…and that was all.
Mr. Anachi’s first kiss was very gentle and sweet.
I made aaigplant parmesan on Saturday night. I haven’t made it in many, many years so I was surprised that it came out so good. I would normally make it with my own Marinara sauce but substituted an imported one I found and it worked very well.
I am very excited! Heros starts again tonight. Yay!! 
Back to work. Billing hell is nearly over.
Tupug
Why did I have to read that while I’m at work? sigh :eek:
That OP was hawt. Too hawt for a Monday. I shall have to come back and re-read it tomorrow, and/or possibly the next day if it’s still too early in the week. 
I don’t think kissing is underrated though. While it does get me hot enough to want to take it further, I couldn’t imagine eliminating it from any current or potential relationship for any reason. A good kiss can be spectacular.
My first real kiss – well, real in the manner of a girl who was trying thoroughly to show me how it’s done – was kinda similar, if in a different setting. I was 16, and in full teenage party mode. Parties and gatherings were a pretty regular occurrence amongst a number of local BBSes I frequented, and despite being two years from legal for the sort of parting that went on (the age of majority back then was still 18, instead of the 19 that it is now in Canada) I attended them anyway. They were always a blast. In any event we had a party at someone’s house and it was in full swing. Pink Floyd, Def Leppard and AC/DC blared out of the stereo, a BBS ran quietly at the computer desk (where numerous members would break into chat with whoever was online at the time and engage in some drunken banter) and there was plenty of beer flowing.
At this particular party was a woman in her early-ish 20s, whom I will call M. M was not particularly attractive, nor could she be called ugly; she was kinda pale and a bit of of a proto-goth – not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I wasn’t really into the goth scene except for listening to a bit of Bauhaus. Her “thing,” insofar as the guys were concerned anyway, was being noted far and wide for being, um … friendly. Not that the guys tended to actively invite her to get-togethers in the hopes of getting lucky, but her utter lack of modesty or inhibitions did make her fun at parties. (I note one later party at New Year’s Eve, at her place where, pursuant to spilling wine on her dress, she spiritedly removed it right there in the kitchen in front of everyone and paraded to her room in the altogether to get some fresh clothing. Did I mention that she has an apparent aversion to undergarments?)
Anyway, somehow a few of the guys, in an apparent desire to goad the youngest, most virginal member of the party (which would be me) they had been talking about getting me laid – or at least getting me some kind of action, on the grounds that my lack of education in that department was a matter that needed immediate attention. So they summoned M, who regarded the situation gravely and agreed to champion the cause.
So she dragged me into the can and closed the door.
And then she locked it.
Now, I was a pretty shy, shrinking sort in many social situations, though I did do okay at parties – especially after a few beers where, in the usual manner of intoxicants, the perception of my own cleverness was heightened inversely proportional to how clever I was actually being. On the whole though lots of situations made me nervous because I didn’t know how to react – though I could sometimes fake my way through it. Here though, I was at an utter and complete loss. Forget deer in the headlights. At least they had the option of bolting if they suddenly gained a true appreciation for the situation they were in.
I won’t get into the gory details, but suffice it to say she decided to teach me to snog the French way, combined with the M way, which included playing grab-ass. After she felt she had successfully given me the 101 course, she unlocked the door and we emerged – me, obviously, to hoots and cheers from the smart-asses who put me in that situation to begin with. I shrugged it off and went about engaging in the rest of the party.
The kiss didn’t really mean anything to me though (as I’m sure i didn’t for her) – there was no feeling, as I was neither attracted to M nor did I really even know her very well. It was just mechanics, so for some kind of quasi-first-kiss, it was memorable only for that reason. Kind of a let-down, really. But at least it made me appreciate my first meaningful kiss that much more.
Anyhoo. I’m caffeinated and working. Caffeination is extra important this morning because I got very little sleep last night. They recently turned off the air in our apartment building, and we’re currently still experiencing summer temperatures, so it is making sleep rather difficult when the only effective method we have of regulating the temperature is a fan – and that’s not very effective. I probably got maybe two and a half to three hours last night, if I’m lucky, so I’m running on a fair deficit right now. I’ll try and make that up tonight by going to bed earlier.
In the mean time I need to prop my eyelids open and get back to work.
Goodness gracious! I wonder if poor S. has recovered yet? What a start to kissing.
Not properly awake yet. Complicated stupid dreams, and I’m starving. Will post later.
Someone go buy me some sleep please?
Can this invlove the removal of the initial A? It was never meant to be there in the first place but has lingered on account of my being stoopid about teh internets.
Also - my sincere apologies for an errant apostrophe in my earlier post. I understand that can grate on some. 
I need more sleep for myself. None to go around, sorry.
I love hearing about everyone else’s kiss stories as well. What a cheerful start to an otherwise dreary Monday! And it seems that the topic at hand has drawn [del] more lambs to the slaughter [/del] newcommers. :: waves frantically :: Hello!
I am soooooooooooooo psyched about Heroes starting today! SQUEE!!!
But of course! (Why don’t you ask the mods to change your name? I love it, BTW.)
Yay. Usually I’m too intimidated by the size of the MMP to wander in. I caught it early this morning.
Currently my most memorable kiss is almost a year ago now. This girl and I were flirting after choir, and she says, meet me in the bathroom. I’m all thinking “oh, she must have a secret”. So we’re in the girls room, and I’m leaning up against the wall, and I don’t remember the conversation, but I do remember her hand on the wall right next to my head, all of a sudden her face coming at me in slow motion, and me thinking, “she’s hot, she’s going to kiss me, she’s hot, oh! She really kissed me. Kiss back, kiss back, you fool!” And she pulled away, and asked “may I do that again?” And while I really really wanted to say yes, I said “no, I think you’ll have to call me sometime first…” I’m an idiot. I’m still waiting.
Oh yeah, and I was out on a date a few months ago, getting a little drunk (hey, we went to a vodka bar, he was nice, he was ok with it.). I thought I probably wasn’t interested in this guy, but I was having fun anyway, and we’re sitting there, flirting, and he kisses me. And I realise he kisses so well. Soft, hard, the right amount of tounge, the right amount of everything. That was a great end to the night, making out in the front window of this beautiful bar downtown. We went out, and made out (hey, I don’t like the tone of those accusations!), a few more times, but it fizzled.
Okay you lot! Google must think we are talking about the kiss of death, 'cause all the ads are for grief counselling!
I admit I still remember my first kiss. I was 15, his name was Nick and he was Greek (well, Greek Australian). I went with a friend to some Greek cultural party type thing with a friend of mine from school and I saw Nick and melted - he was gorgeous (I guess I’ve always had a thing for swarthy men! ) and my little schoolgirl heart was going thumpity-thump at the sight of him! I got my friend to introduce us and we talked and after what seemed like forever, he took me out the back of the hall (the party was at the Greek Orthodox Church Cultural Centre) and we kissed. His lips were soft and warm and the kiss was warm and wet and soooo sweet. I wanted to stay there kissing him all night! ::sigh::
So, my turkish delight went over okay. MIL was like, “Mmm, that’s nice. Next time, can you make that cake again.” :dubious: Sometimes, I really think I should just let Lili sic the ninjas on her!!!
Lili, I remember having lots of vivid, weird dreams from 2nd trimester onwards - really, really vivid (some of them quite sexual).
Lynne, my heart was pounding just reading about your bathroom encounter! Whoa!!!
Hoosie, I have to admit (somewhat abashedly) that every time I see your name, I always think “Hoochie Mama”! (Sorry!!!)
ETA: What’s this I see on the internets about a tornado in the UK?? BooFae, are you there? Can you clue us in??
Discounting a peck on the lips that I got when I was in 6th grade (meh), my first real kiss was during my sophomore year of high school. I was on the speech team, and I wound up with a girlfriend from a neighboring school. I saw fireworks whenever we played tonsil hockey…
Not my first kiss, but I still remember getting kissed by the school hunk on my 16th birthday. We were leaving basketball practice and someone mentioned my birthday. He said “Oh - sweet 16 and never been kissed? We’ll have to change that!” and the next thing I knew he was kissing me! He was so cute; it’s a shame he really didn’t have much of a brain…
I’m sitting here with color on my hair and the cats are sniffing me like I’m some sort of alien.
I am so pissed off at my sister in law. I had borrowed some tables from a friend for a craft show, and Beth had them in the back of her van. The stupid $#**& left a window open in the van. One of the tables had a particle board top.
insert appropriate expletives here
She didn’t even mention replacing the table, even though she knew it was borrowed. So I had to replace it. I am fed up with her anyway; I sent her jewelry pictures back in July and she still hasn’t put them on the website. I think I’m just going to work on my own.
Off to find a better mood…
Ralph E. is in the “I’m gonna get into anything I can” stage of kittenhood. I almost shut her in the fridge last night when I was making today’s lunch… :rolleyes:
Hey, I’m a guy, and I totally love kissing that doesn’t lead to sex.
My first? Her name was Kim. We used to walk home from kindergarten together. When we were alone in the woods, she’d ask to kiss me. I was thinking it was totally hot, but on recollection it was probably merely adorable. I’ve been thinking a lot about her lately. Where is she? Is she married? Kids? Great career? Single mother of six living in a trailor park and sucking off the goverment teet? I will never know.
My greatest? Janet. Not a girlfriend, just a friend. Drive-in movie junkie, just like me. Totally platonic. Yeah, tonight we’re holding hands, but friends do that. And yeah, our heads sort of drifted together, but just because we’re not threatened by each other. We’re comfortable like that. We’re just sitting a little close and watching the movie. Platonic friends do that, right? Yeah, so our cheeks accidentally touched. Big deal. Life happens, get over it. And no big deal when our noses kind of met. I do this with my non-gay male friends all the time. And so we turned to each other and…
Oh my. Wow. I’m kind of breathing heavy right now just thinking about it. That is perhaps the best memory of my entire life.
I had just gotten dumped by the girl I stalked for most of 3 months before I had the nerve to ask her out. One date, and done. Valentine’s Day on top of that.
The next day I ran into one of her friends, who truth be told was even hotter. She stopped me, she was genuinely sorry her friend was being so crappy to me and we stood out in the cold in the grass in front of the library at SIU and talked. I remember wondering why in the weeks I’d known her why I never noticed how bright blue her eyes were, or what a great laugh she had, or how nice her hair smelled (it was blowing around and she kept having to move it out of her face).
I was really only half listening to the story she was telling, mostly I was staring and smiling. When she finished, we both did the 'oh look at the time, I have to hustle to class" thing, but just as I turned to walk away, she grabbed my arm, caught up to me, took the back of my head in her hand and kissed me. Just a perfect little kiss, slightly open mouth, without the tonsil hockey. That was the only time we ever kissed, but she remained one of my best friends while I was in school.
I think it’s still the first kiss that I always remember when people talk about great kisses.
My first kiss was when I was sixteen, standing in my parents’ hallway late at night, saying goodbye to my brand-new boyfriend. It was kind of awkward. Improved on practise. My first kiss with Mr. Lissar was standing in a patch of forest, with snow on the ground, surrounded by pine trees. Very romantic. And damn, it was electric.
Dotty, so far the weird dreams have been mostly just weird. This time I was someone else who looked kind of like a doll, sneaking around an intergalatic hotel, wearing really heavy veils. I dunno. And I had to drink space coffee. I don’t like coffee.
QD is starting to plan the baby shower, which means I have to do a baby-shower-registry. I might start a thread asking for advice about baby junk. There’s so much of it, and I don’t know anything about any of it. Cloth diapers vs ergonomic strollers vs baby swings vs disposables vs organic free range swaddling blankets…
right now, I’ve been kissed by the demon of pain. I’ve got a doctor appointment in a hour and a half, but until then, I can barely breathe or move. Stupid back went out when I stepped out of the shower.
Faire was rained out on Saturday - there were too many little ponds and mudpits to be safe to allow the public to go sliding around. On Sunday it was nice - the dust had all been washed down so the air was clear almost all day.
I just hope I’ll be able to walk out of here to get to the doctor’s office. This is really starting to get bad.
Hi, all!
I’m back frrom up north (again).
First kiss? Well, I was in electroniocs school. There was this cute slightly-chubby Chinese girl I was semi-interested in. I was physically attracted to her, but not very comfortable around her–I had a feeling that she had inner craziness–so I tended to say little and be cautious. She was in the other section of the electronics program, so I never saw her in classes; but I did see her in the lab.
Nevertheless, we hung out together. One day, out of boredom, we ended up going over to the apartment in which I rented a room. In the elevator she leaned over and kissed me. This took me by surprise; in the next second or so I rewound my memory and worked out what had happened. As a geek who never expected any interest from anyone, I was totally unprepared.
We ended up cuddling a bit, but since I wasn’t really willing to go further with her, little more happened. The next year, she ended up going out with someone else and they moved to Ottawa and got married.
In other news, I saw my father, my sister, and my brother-in-law yesterday. Dad is in a nursing home in Owen Sound. He’s frail, but is in semi-decent shape for an 81-year-old. (Yes, we tend to have long generation times in my family.) However, he does have problems, and is in a wheelchair.
Dad is unable to live on his own anymore; we had arranged an excellent apartment for him–brand new and quite a bit nicer than the one I live in, actually–but over time he had more and more problems living alone, and when they found him fallen and passed out on the floor after laying there for an unknown number of hours, he went to hospital and the hospital would not let him out except to a registered long-term-care facility.
Dad spends his days in the nursing home reading and watching TV. He lives in his bed, except when he gets into his wheelchair and scoots down the hall to the dining room or lounge. He can’t go far without, er, sanitary problems.
Dad has his hictures on the wall: all us kids, his sister, his parents, his second wife (my stepmother), his Navy pictures. But my mother, his first wife, is not there. I now understand from other relatives that their beakup devastated him.
But it’s the sounds of the nursing home that disturb me. I heard incoherent cries and occaisionally sobbing when I was there yesterday. The nursing staff do the best they can, but it’s like a university residence from some horrible nightmare.
Patients wander the hallway on their walkers, with no clear idea of who they are or what they are doing. One such lady wandered through the open door of my father’s room while we were visiting, and Dad got quite testy and shooed her out.
My sister is very disturbed by the nursing home. (I am too, for that matter, but not as much as she). My aunt said that there’s no way she would want to go to one.
You have to enter a code on a keypad to get out.
There has got to be a better way, but I don’t know what it is. I keep thinking that it would be better to end the segregation and mix the residences of the elderly who need such care with those of other people, but there are all kinds of hospital things that need to be provided, like 24-hour nursing care, barrier-free access, emergency alarms, piped oxygen, and so on.
At least the place has a resident cat who travels from room to room and greets everyone gives comfort. She came in to the room yesterday while we were there and nudge-bumped all of us. Even that is spooky, though; my other aunt said that the cat somes in and sleeps next to someone who is dying… and that’s how the staff gets an early warning…
Ah…first kisses. Great OP,** Haze**.
I remember mine–one Brian H., a friend of my brother’s and one of the Varsity swim team (who all hung out in our basement and did bongs). We were talking one night (he was one of them who was nice to me–I was only 2 years younger, but…) and he offered to “help me out” Thinking back, he was probably high as a kite. It was nice. He kinda ruined it by then critiquing my “technique”, but his advice was good.
I’ve also never kissed a woman, but have always wanted to (um, not just ANY female)–just for curiosity’s sake.
I got up, did some chores and took a nap at 10 am. I was up quite late, finishing an assignnment for school.
beam o’ sunlight–sorry to hear about your Dad. It may not be as bad as you think. Some folks settle down and come to appreciate the place. I’m glad they have a cat. And yes, I have also heard of cats doing that-not sure if it’s coincidence/urban myth or true, but there it is.
Off to finish yet another assignment for school. This is getting old…
Dotty–recipe for Turkish delight, please. NOT because I want to make it, but because I read about it in the Narnia books as a girl and have always been curious as to what it is! And your cake sounds good. Semolina I knew about–what the heck is ghee?