Poll: First Kiss.
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Yeah, I remember. It was when we were 13 and we were walking home from a field trip. We had technically been together for about three months, in a kid's way of being in a relationship. We had spent the whole day together holding hands and sitting next to each other. Eventually as we were walking, we had to part ways: I turned left and he continued straight down the road. There was the usual goodbye hug and then he kissed me...
It was a bit like touching a wet electrical outlet, only not painful.
Then I broke up with him a few months later because he was an emotionally stunted sociopath. Oh well.
It was a bit like touching a wet electrical outlet, only not painful.
Then I broke up with him a few months later because he was an emotionally stunted sociopath. Oh well.
Wow, I'm really not alone here in not having been kissed.
I feel so much better.
Wait, I just remembered what kind of people visit this site. Never mind.
Okay, that was mean. I apologize.
I feel so much better.
Wait, I just remembered what kind of people visit this site. Never mind.
Okay, that was mean. I apologize.
As a abstinent, virgin male, who has never even seen the big deal in kissing. I can honestly say, YOU DID IT WRONG.Evilbunny said:
Masturbation alone tells me that. Sex is like Masturbation on crack. And yanking off/polishing the lizard/choking the chicken/sexypartyofonetime! is usually intense enough.
Read up on G-spots(females have 3), date girls that you might actually want to live/die for, and don't screw for a month...you will not forget what happens then.
In other notes: I'm on phase 1 of my sexual relationships plan.
1 First you get da money!
2 Then you get da power!
3 Then you get the weemen!
Power is the best aphrodisiac known to woMankind.
And when I was 8, I had a girlfriend that used to hold my hand and walk around the school balconies on recess...When we held hands it was like we could feel each other's heartbeats, breathing and thoughts.
It is still the most romantic thing I can conjure...holding hands.
After a year, she moved away. And my mom was like, it didn't matter she was probably going into an arranged marriage planned by her family. Now I'm so bitter, I don't even like company over. And I seriously don't trust the concept of "love".
Props to the people who haven't had theirs yet. Despite the majority of society, I respect those who wait for the person who's really worth giving their first kiss to.
As for me, I'll always remember mine. Amazing, but at the same time, I wouldn't have minded waiting on it. My goal was always to save it for the wedding: I think that would have been cool.
As for me, I'll always remember mine. Amazing, but at the same time, I wouldn't have minded waiting on it. My goal was always to save it for the wedding: I think that would have been cool.
lol, I answered that question so long ago, its technically redundant, I have held hands and hugged since then, but as for kissing and going further, no luck yet......Phoenix Arrow said:Holding hands is awesome. I enjoy how it's such a small gesture but it makes you feel like... totally at ease. Hugs are like that too. Hugs make me very happy.Spasticeagle said:
Don't get me wrong, kissing and the... greater things shall we say are also awesome but that's more like passion.
I'm such a vagina.
There's a lot more than 3 and erm... what the fuck?Lusulpher said:
You haven't had sex but you're telling people how to go about getting it. RIIIIGHT...
And nobody has ever said wanking is like shagging. Wanking is like being (you guessed it) jerked off.
Allow me to give you a quick set-up. I've known this girl for about, say, eight months, been her best friend for nearly that same time. We'd been flirting quite heavily, but never making any real "moves" other than very long hugs and her cuddling up next to me when we're watching a movie. I'm not the kind of guy to "ask out" a woman, I'd much prefer for things to be much more spontaneous and to let them just happen.
So, one night, I invite her over to watch any movie she wants (her choice: Better Off Dead), and order pizza for both of us. Nobody else is home, and we enjoyed the night quite thoroughly. Now, I've never been good with subtle cues. She'd been licking her lips all night, and here, my stupid ass thought she simply had dry lips. So I didn't kiss her that night. I drop her off at home, she lingers, waiting to see if I'll make a move, and then I tell her goodnight and drive off. Now, I had a feeling that she wanted me to kiss her, but I didn't want to take any chances: I really, really liked her, and I didn't want to do ANYTHING to fuck things up.
Then, a day later, she's pretty pissed off at me for a reason that I was completely blind to at the time. She won't return any of my texts, messages or calls, and I'm left wondering where the fuck I went wrong. She finally caves and starts talking to me, and eventually admits that I made her feel like an idiot for not trying to kiss her. That threw me for a loop, I tell you what.
So, we smooth things out again, and I invite her over to watch another movie, this time in the middle of the day. War of the Worlds, this time. We watch for about half an hour, I work up the courage to move in, and then...
...for my first kiss? I went for serious tongue. And then it turns out that there is such a thing as "way too fucking much tongue", as she bashfully pointed out to me later that same day.
But you know what? There were fucking fireworks going off in my mind. Not the stupid chemicals that're released whenever intimate contact with a member of the opposite sex is made, god no, but the kind of uplifting feeling that just tells me "you're going to love this girl until the day you die". Sounds pathetic, right? Like some loser who finally got a base run experiencing his moment of glory and trying to rationalize it as a sign of true love? Well, I beg to differ: several months later, I'm still with her, and I have never been happier. Our relationship is extremely strong, and we are thoroughly committed to one another. I plan on spending the rest of my days by her side... and I love her.
So, one night, I invite her over to watch any movie she wants (her choice: Better Off Dead), and order pizza for both of us. Nobody else is home, and we enjoyed the night quite thoroughly. Now, I've never been good with subtle cues. She'd been licking her lips all night, and here, my stupid ass thought she simply had dry lips. So I didn't kiss her that night. I drop her off at home, she lingers, waiting to see if I'll make a move, and then I tell her goodnight and drive off. Now, I had a feeling that she wanted me to kiss her, but I didn't want to take any chances: I really, really liked her, and I didn't want to do ANYTHING to fuck things up.
Then, a day later, she's pretty pissed off at me for a reason that I was completely blind to at the time. She won't return any of my texts, messages or calls, and I'm left wondering where the fuck I went wrong. She finally caves and starts talking to me, and eventually admits that I made her feel like an idiot for not trying to kiss her. That threw me for a loop, I tell you what.
So, we smooth things out again, and I invite her over to watch another movie, this time in the middle of the day. War of the Worlds, this time. We watch for about half an hour, I work up the courage to move in, and then...
...for my first kiss? I went for serious tongue. And then it turns out that there is such a thing as "way too fucking much tongue", as she bashfully pointed out to me later that same day.
But you know what? There were fucking fireworks going off in my mind. Not the stupid chemicals that're released whenever intimate contact with a member of the opposite sex is made, god no, but the kind of uplifting feeling that just tells me "you're going to love this girl until the day you die". Sounds pathetic, right? Like some loser who finally got a base run experiencing his moment of glory and trying to rationalize it as a sign of true love? Well, I beg to differ: several months later, I'm still with her, and I have never been happier. Our relationship is extremely strong, and we are thoroughly committed to one another. I plan on spending the rest of my days by her side... and I love her.
I always hoped you crazy kids would make it.SODAssault said:
In all seriousness that's a touching story. It's nice to see a young relationship like that when most of the one's I'm around or in most of the time end the morning afterwards. Not that it's a bad thing per se but it's not as fulfilling as a proper relationship can be, at least from personal experience
I think I was like six or seven years old, when I used to kiss and "tounge wrestle" with the "girlfriend" I had back then.
Not really anything romantic about it. She was just "the girl nextdoor", and we lived in an area where there weren't that many kids, so being in the same age category pretty much insure us as the only playmates around. Naturally we were curious about the stuff that grown-ups did, so we had this "relationship" of sorts, which was more like a game really.
Not very memorable at all in my opinion. I just see it as one of hose stupid things you did as a kid...
Not really anything romantic about it. She was just "the girl nextdoor", and we lived in an area where there weren't that many kids, so being in the same age category pretty much insure us as the only playmates around. Naturally we were curious about the stuff that grown-ups did, so we had this "relationship" of sorts, which was more like a game really.
Not very memorable at all in my opinion. I just see it as one of hose stupid things you did as a kid...
I remember it well as it only happened this summer... I was sleeping at my mate's place (Yeah, we were only mates and sleeping in the same room. Nothing more to it.) and as we woke up my mate and I just stayed on our beds and talked about random stuff. Suddenly he just stopped talking, reached over to me and kissed me. For a moment I blanked cos I had no idea he liked me. I did think he was handsome and all but I just never had thought he would like me, too. When he pulled back I realized what had happened so I hid my face on his shoulder and told him he just stole my first kiss. <3
