I know it’s probably been done before but we have new posters and new relationships so it’s not going to terribly redundant (right?)
I personally think ours was awfully romantic.
We were watching ‘Life is Beautiful’ and i really couldn’t concentrate on the movie (which is a shame because it is a good movie) because the whole time I was trying to find the moment to make my move. Then after the movie we were talking and she asked if i was ticklish and started tickling me. Right then it felt like the right moment and i leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed back (thank god). Then I got to third base the next night (SCORE!). Just kidding. Well i did though.
Anyway, anyone else have a memorable first kiss…?
It was 3am, we were on our first ‘date’, we’d been there since 8pm, got gatecrashed by mutual friends at about 1am, and finally at about 3am we kissed and kept kissing for the next hour until the pub shut. Then I took him home and we ‘kissed’ lots more.
Sounds trashy but wasn’t, we’d been friends for a couple of years, he’d finally broken up with his girlfriend a few months earlier and all our mutual friends had thought for ages we should be together. That night we came to the same conclusion and 1.5 years later we all seem to have been right.
First kiss with DeHusband was memorable. I had a stuffy nose. He held my face and gently kissed me. Then he *really * kissed me as my oxygen ran out. I’m pulling back; he’s leaning in. Then I gasped with our lips still slightly connected. It sounded exactly like a fart. *That * you remember.
This was our third date, and the most we had done was a quick peck on the lips the night before. I had invited her over to my house, and we were watching Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail. Finish watching the movie, we sit there silently for a couple minutes, then she turns towards me and kisses me. We kissed for a couple hours on the couch until one of my roommates came home, then we moved to my room, where she spent the night cause it was getting kind of late. (Get your mind out of the gutters, nothing happened! :p)
nocturne and I finally kissed the day I arrived in town, having arrived in the country a couple of days earlier and travelled across country. Best. Kiss. Ever.
On the very first date with my wife we got stuck in the mud on a country road. We went out there to study the subject of what cattle and horses did at night. We had to walk home 5 miles in the pouring rain.
October 13th, 1973. After our first date, the Homecoming dance, 11th grade. At her house, in the downstairs area, while my dad distracted her parents upstairs with chit-chat. Pops Mercotan drove us, since we were both 15.
We met online. The relationship developed over months in front of a monitor and on the phone. Finally, I hopped on a plane (Delta, can’t remember the flight #) and flew to his hometown. He was waiting for me at the gate with a sign that said “La Jolla” (a private joke). He held me for a long time, and I could feel his heart pounding furiously. As the rest of the travelers streamed past us, we kissed for the first time. I closed my eyes, and I swear I felt weak in the knees. We kissed on the moving walkway. We kissed in the car. We still kiss, every time one of us comes into a room or gets home from work.
Mr. Beckwall, the love of my life. Thank og for Prodigy chat!
May 10, 1975. I had returned her to her house after our first date, a baseball game. Since it was still early – it was an afternoon game – she asked if I wanted to take a walk. We found a nice spot in the woods, and she moved in for a kiss. We necked for about 20 minutes, then walked back.
For my husband and I: Sitting in the park by my parents’ house. It was our first date, and he’d driven out to see me (we’d just met the day before). Unfortunately, we hadn’t put much thought into what, exactly, we were going to do. We ended up driving around, going to Denny’s for sodas, going to the mall, going to a local diner for dinner, and then stopping in the park before he had to leave. We were sitting on a bench, and, then, apropos of nothing, we kiss.
What do I remember? Thinking, “damn, I have to train him!” There was way too much tongue action. We improved :).
After sitting on the couch a good 5 feet away from me for a couple hours watching TV (I can’t remember what we were watching) on our first date at about 2 a.m. he finally turned to me after taking a good 20 minutes putting his shoes on as he was about to leave and said “I really want to kiss you before I leave…”
Thank god.
I too remember thinking oh, I knew he was too perfect, I’m gonna have to train him…
He and I were both at the end of relationships that were making us miserable. We were best friends, having met online, and it was our second visit. We had been hanging out with a group of friends (all having met online, it was like a big party weekend), and the first night he had gotten a bit drunk and started flirting with me. He had mentioned a keen interest in my tongue piercing, and that he was really wondering how it was different kissing a girl with one versus kissing a girl without one (his then-girlfriend). I smiled coyly and said maybe I’d show him once, just for scientific investigative purposes. What are best friends for, after all?
The next night, we had been flirting a great deal. It was the middle of the night. We’d gone to Tim Horton’s in the middle of the night for some coffee, and got back at about 4 AM after everyone had fallen asleep. We were sitting in a dark room talking, and I nervously asked him whether he was still wondering what kissing a girl with a tongue piercing felt like. Guess what his answer was? So I kissed him.
He says he remembers it being a thrill and amazing and his heart skipping a beat. I remember just being super-focused on making it an awesome kiss, because I’d been bragging about my kissing prowess and talking up the added benefits of a tongue piercing. Later on we experimented some more, and I got to relax and enjoy it.
Ardred and I got comprehensively toasty at a work bowling party. We worked together at a crappy college bookstore. We hated our coworkers and so got drunk (as friends) prior to and during bowling.
I took him home with me where we watched some TV with my roommates, mindlessly, until it started to get late. He went to the bathroom, I went into my bedroom. He came by to say that he was leaving (it was nearing 3 AM) and I grabbed his shirt, shut the door and kissed him all in one movement. As the door shut, I heard one of my roommates snicker as he walked by.
He got a job at the restaurant where I worked, and we became friends instantly. Same sense of humor, same taste in music, etc. We decided to go shopping after work one day, and when we were done neither one of us wanted to go home, so we went to a park and talked for hours. At one point while I was yakking away about something, he reached over and took my hand and it just felt natural. I remember looking down at our hands, and looking back up at him with a big grin on my face…that’s when he kissed me. It was the best first kiss I ever had.
Funny thing is, we dated for a few months and then I broke it off (I was young and didn’t know what I wanted), but I always thought about him. He had really been the perfect boyfriend. Twelve years later I finally found him online and, after much debate (I was worried he’d be married, not remember me, etc.) I sent him a letter. I found out that not only was he not married, but he’d been thinking about me all that time, too. We talked on the phone and sent emails for months before we finally met in person. I had been worried about what he would think of me; I’d had a child and put on weight, and of course I didn’t look the same as I used to twelve years ago. But when we met in person (in a parking lot), he walked right up to me, put his arms around me, and told me I was beautiful. I gave him a big smile, and he kissed me. We’ve been together ever since. I’m not letting him get away again.
For the previous week, the two of us had been meeting at her locker, just to talk in the few minutes we had during the day to see each other. Each day, we ended with a tight hug and a good-bye. We weren’t really an item at the time, just friends who flirted a lot.
Then one day, I just leaned in and kissed her. No big build-up, no charming words beforehand. Just a quick little kiss, a peck on the lips. But it was enough to melt her brain and give me trouble walking up the stairs to get to my next class.
I’m a notorious klutz. I tripped, he caught me and laid one on me. He likes to claim I fell into his arms on purpose, but it was just me being my usual clumsy self.
kittenlm was the younger sister of once of my closest friends (I was actually renting a room from he and his wife at the time). One day, a bunch of us went to spend the day in Wildwood (a Jersey shore resort town), and since she and I were the only ones who weren’t a couple, we were forced to spend a lot of time together that day – sit with each other on roller coasters and such.
After a few hours, I started to get the impression that this girl was…well, flirting with me. But I knew there was no way that could be true…I mean, here’s this absolute knockout 18-year-old blonde babe, and…well, me. Flirting? Yeah, right…impossible!
Then, we all took a ride on the log flume. This particular flume is quite large, and has a series of tunnels. She was sitting in front of me, and when we entered a tunnel, and she was sure that none of our group could see, she quickly turned and planted a quick peck on my lips. I was floored…
Me: Ummm…where did that come from??
Her: <embarrassed> Oh geez, I’m so sorry! I knew I shouldn’t hav…
Me: Nononono! It’s really quite all right! I don’t mind at all, I just got caught by surprise.
We were standing in the middle of the Casablanca Hotel and Casino in beautiful Mesquite Nevada next to the women’s restrooms, waiting for my mom and sisters who had to run in for yet another potty break. We had just finished lunch at their huge buffet. I was talking or something and he just bent down and kissed me. Later, he said I tasted like strawberries (I had a strawberry sundae…)
So I kissed him.