I can emphasise completely, I’m sixteen too, and a year or two ago, I was worried that I had never been kissed. I guess I felt the peer pressure and was worried about seeming cool. So I did the wrong thing and kissed the wrong guy. I remember standing there, thinking " Is this going to be over soon, because I’m getting bored?"
All I can do is echo everyone else’s advice, wait for the right person. I haven’t had a boyfriend either ( there was one guy who lasted about two weeks who I didn’t see between the day he asked me out and the day I decided to finish it, so I’m not counting) and quite frankly I don’t care about it. It doesn’t matter. What amuses me is that I moved about a year and half ago, and people perceive me to be “a dark horse” and one girl said to me " I can see you being a right slut" I just laugh and don’t bother to correct them. Their views don’t matter. The girls at my school have all read Bridget Jones and think their lives are incomplete without a boyfriend. I’d rather be who I am than like that.
To summarise, don’t worry about it. If you want to email me to talk, feel free, I know what you’re going through and I sometime have relapses myself.
It’s good to know that others are in the same boat. I cannot BELIEVE how creepy it is that someone else born on April 6 had waited so long to be kissed.
Someone asked what kind of conversations I have. Well, mostly anything. Masturbation, the grossness/non-grossness of blow jobs, whether or not one would allow someone to go down on them. I’m perverted. Oddly enough, I find it easier to talk about this stuff to guys. Some of them do have the same experience level as me. Most of them have more, but I’m definitely not hard to beat.
Who got the idea that I meant I want to kiss someone 18 or older? The concept disgusts me, although one of my friends is in that situation.
I think the reason it is so bad for me to not have a boyfriend is that I have been so sex-minded since sixth grade. Well, maybe it’s good that I haven’t, then. Otherwise I’d probably just be a big easy slut.
I know that my time will come. I just want it to come soon. I’m getting the inkling that I will probably not have a boyfriend at all during high school. None of the guys really appeal to me, except for the super-hot unattainable ones. I do not fit into the mainstream social class at school, and I’m proud of it, but it does produce some unpleasant side effects.
One little note: My grandma was 14 when she had my dad. She always asks me, “So, who’s your boyfriend?” or, on my birthday, “So, is it sweet sixteen and never been kissed?” And I’m thinking, “Shut the fuck up, grandma! I’d much rather be pure than be pregnant!”
to repeat what has been said over and over, kissing really isn’t what everyone makes it to be. Sure, it’s great and everything, but what is so much more important is the PERSON you’re kissing. It’s the feeling that you get when you’re with them, not the actual physical contact.
DON’T waste your first kiss, you can’t ever take it back.
If the issue is an out of control sex drive, your best course of action is to take care of yourself. Teenage boys are not the world’s formost experts in this department, and if you go out and do something silly in the hopes that a certain itch will get scratched, you’re likely to be disapointed.
Where’s BlackKnight to stand up against stereotyping-of-males when you need him? In any case, I’m fairly certain that during my teenage years I was one of the world’s foremost experts in that department. Sadly, my knowledge was of a purely theoretical nature, but believe me, it was the product of thousands of hours of diligent speculation and theorization
I was born January 5, 1983 and have never kissed a guy.
Or had a boyfriend.
Or done any of that good stuff.
Well, when I was in 1st grade I got my “first kiss” but I don’t think that counts… It was one of those puppy love things. The boy moved away that summer.
And I’ve BEEN kissed. By two guys. Both skanky. Both brutally rejected because they deserved it, stupid pressuring manwhores. One of them was like 32 and was trying to get me to cheat on his wife with him. The other one was my age but I hated him, and he just like lunged at me and kissed me.
I’d rather have never’ve been kissed than to’ve been kissed by those guys…
But I’ve never kissed a guy, so that’s how I always phrase it. I try to gloss over those (especially Mr Cheating Scumass)
I kissed at 14, but the funny thing was i had almost no sex drive then. It wasen’t till I was 16 that I really cared. Also if your someone who doesen’t put alot of stock in memories(like me) then your first kiss wont really matter. I would suggest waiting untill you find someone you want to kiss rather than just wanting to kiss someone.
Another “I was sweet sixteen and never kissed,” as well as “I was a pre-teen sex maniac.” More TMI than anyone wants: I started masturbating when I was 9 or 10; when I was 12 or 13 I fantasized about attacking the paper boy (even though he was a kid I hated…); all through high school a lot of people not only didn’t believe that I had never been kissed, BUT thought there was no way in the universe I was a virgin.
I was first kissed by a friend of mine when we were both drunk on champagne during a cast party and it came out that I’d never been kissed. He was doing me a favor. No tongue, which is unfortunate in retrospect because he was hot as hell. That was about four months from my 17th birthday.
So I spent three years of high school dispensing basically vocabulary lessons (“fellatio” “cunnilingus” “voyeurism”) to kids who had about 50x more sexual experience than I did.
First kiss doesn’t matter unless it’s either loving enough or amusing enough to matter. Same with first sex. I was very fortunate in that both my first kiss and my first sex were memorable in a good way.
I won’t send {{hugs}} because I hate them. I won’t tell you that you just have to “wait for the right guy/girl.” I will tell you that by the time you are thirty, you will have been kissed plenty of times. Doesn’t seem to matter now, but when you’re thirty it will kick ass.
I didn’t get a boyfriend until I was waaay into my 16th year…he told me he loved me…he was my first kiss and everything…and by everything…yeah, I lost my virginity to him…we were stoned and I wished it never happened…so take it slow! Don’t rush it or you’ll regret it!
18 years old. No current gf, never had a physical girlfriend. Been kissed twice (3 technically, but two were one after the other). Sophomore in college. Best chance of getting kissed is by someone foreign (where it’s a custom to kiss someone when you depart etc).
But yes, those kisses are memorable. At the time I didn’t know many people who didn’t display an intense disgust/hatred for me. This girl/woman liked me and it showed.
Then I had to be a cretin and not talk to her for a year. If I’d kept in touch . . .
Worst thing is that she lives like a 10-minute bike ride from my house, goes to my church . . . you get the idea. Hell, she was in my dorm last year.
