No childhood kisses here to talk about (though I wanted to many times, but I was much too scared to).
My first kiss was when I was 16. I was at a youth group Halloween party and had met this girl, Sandy, who was 17 that went to a different school. The whole afternoon and evening that the event went on, we would keep running into each other, or so it seemed. I think she was the one who was initially attracted to me first and she was following me around. The evening continued with a dance where we danced together a lot, then a showing of the movie, “The Pit and the Pendulum”. We sat next to each other and held hands and had several opportunities to kiss, but I didn’t take them. That had always been my problem with girls. I was too self conscious and would literally freeze up when I thought about kissing her. Then it finally happened when I wasn’t really thinking about it. She just leaned over to me and I to her and we kissed. We kissed quite a bit the rest of the night and we dated for 3 months afterward.
Me neither, I was 16. On a roller coaster in Copenhagen. The bummer is that it’s a good story, but he was a terrible kisser, so it sounds a lot better than it was. Cute guys from Rio are supposed to know how to kiss. grumble.
55 years ago; her name was Yvonne and we were steadies from that first moment. We were each others first kiss, first fumble, first stumble and first first; all within a years times. First break up, heart break, makeup and generally first overall. I wish I knew what became of her.
I had my first kiss 2 days ago. My first kiss was with my boyfriend, Tyler C. It was his first kiss,too. In my journal I wrote,“Our friends have been trying to get us to kiss for a while. On May 6, 2015 we kissed. It was the best thing ever. Tyler and I went out in the grass at school as far as we could. I told him about the dare Tori gave me. Our close friends were daring me to kiss him. I did not have to do the dare because I already put the mulch in my mouth for 15 seconds. I decided to kiss Tyler when we were out i the field. I gave him a hug. Before I let go of him I gave him a kiss on the cheek. After I kissed him we did not let go. Tyler then kissed me partly on my eye partly above my eye. Then, we let go smiling. I will always remember that kiss.” That was the best moment of my life. We are in 5th grade and we are 10.
My first kiss was in an elevator in Bramalea. Somehow I ended up hanging out with this cute chubby Chinese girl from the other electronics class, and one day we just started hanging around after class… and she ended up coming over to my place. It was 1984 and I was about to turn 21.
I don’t remember any specific elementary-school style kisses, but count me amongst those that did not receive any kisses that could remotely be classified that way until college.
I remember “hey, nice to meet you, here’s a kiss on the lips!” kisses and “I’m so drunk I’m gonna make out with you” kisses, but I can’t remember any playfully romantic kisses, which isn’t to say there weren’t any.
I had a girlfriend when I was quite little (around 4) who would come over to play and we were bestfriends… my folks have photos of us with my arms around her while we ate cookes on the front steps.
The one I really remember was in 3rd grade though. We were teased and harassed pretty heavily at school for being girlfriend and boyfriend. We passed notes and spent recess together and sat together when we could, and went to each other’s houses to play after school, and we swore we wouldn’t let people break us up. (My parents weren’t trying, they thought it was cute; some teachers thought it was creepy though).
Find this hilarious! Don’t remember smootchies on the playground.
I remember bits n pieces about 3rd grade @ Fairfax Elementary in Calif, not too many teachers names tho. Mrs Lemon, Mrs White , think she was my 4th grade teacher…but I moved to Nevada after 8th grade, went to high school in Las Vegas
Reunited and it feels so good
reunited cause were understood…
My first kiss was on a yacht with Minka Carr. I only met her once, at sailing school. Years later I was flying to Japan to live and grown up Minka was on the seat next to me.
I was a late kisser. Summer before 6th grade at the pool. I’d rather have punched him in the kisser than smooch it. It was on a dare from my friend. He was Stanley Peters, a general bully. Pushed all the girls in the pool. Caused havoc wherever he was. Sat in the lifeguard timeout chair more than he did in the water. They pulled us all out of the pool because they thought there was lightening. So we were all sitting around the picnic tables and a ‘Dare’ game of dubious rules got started. Somehow my friend got me involved in it, and of course I got to kiss Stanley on the lips while they counted 10, slowly. It was torture. Didn’t really kiss a boy, I liked, til age 16. I think I had ptsd.
Third grade. We lived in an apartment building. The girl across the hall was older than me and she would take me under the stairwell for a smooch session. I didn’t kiss a girl again until I was in the eighth or ninth grade.
College. Beginning of freshman year. First date with the person, at the end of it as I was about to go into the dorm he kissed me, which I was sort of half expecting because people often kissed at the end of a date.
But I wasn’t expecting him to french me. I’d heard of such things, but a sudden tongue all the way in your mouth as the first move when you’re not expecting it (in retrospect, he may not have done it before either) is rather the reverse of a turnon. I suspect my reaction showed; he didn’t ask me out again.
Grade 8: the day following our bundling together overnight in a sheet of plastic in the Boreal forest. We lived in different towns, so we could not date, but courtesy of lettermail and now the internet, we remain friends well over four decades later.