RAKtheUndead said:
Never. And I'll never have one.
22, by the way.
Oh... sad tiems....
But honestly, why not?
OT (
cool story bro inside):
About 3 years ago as a sophomore in High School, I woke one day in a very odd mood. I threw on a shirt with an ugly color that I'd found sulking miserably beside my dirty clothes pile. I gave the bathroom the cold shoulder and went straight to forcing dry toast down my throat. I sat in the back of class and day dreamed, only taking breaks to eye my teachers cynically. The most you could expect for conversation was probably a nod of the head and a disinterested "
hmm." If I dropped my milk carton on the floor, I'd be damned to pick it up. I was just -- apathetic. While I was waiting for the bus home, a girl I knew called me over. She'd been flirting with me for a few days, but I had been pretending not to notice.
The thing you have to understand about her is that she was disgusting. Sand-papery, charcoal hair; short, squat, lumpy, and mannish. Her skin was just the shade of dead flesh and she smelled of mold and a little sweat, like a hot basement. But more than aesthetically, she was rude and dim and contemptuously melodramatic. She screamed "leave me the f@*k alone!" while her black eye-liner and Bullet for my Valentine T was screaming "give me some attention!" She practiced the occult, which she likely learned about from wikipedia if she wasn't just making most of it up. She smoked. She drank. She never used a condom. She slept with girls even though she was with a guy because apparently being bi gives you two relationship slots. Never was there a less choice pick for a sweet first time at anything. Which is exactly why she went ignored for most of the time she flirted with me -- politely of course.
But today I was in no mood to be polite, and today I was in no mood for preserving my dignity. But today I was still -- as I was for years before and remain to this day -- horny. It came a bit out of nowhere. She was going on about something unrelated, but in a smiley, animated fashion. She stepped too close, but I didn't move this time. No, today I said "fuck it," and just let it happen. Because it happened mostly by itself, you know. My neck didn't really move, our faces just came together like disparate gases forming a star -- or more aptly like two mini-vans backing into each other outside a Kohl's. And there, in front of hundreds of idiot teenagers, swarming like ants over their own trivialities, taking no more notice of it than anything they'd seen in class that day, I'd had my first kiss.
This sort of snapped me out of my mood and I mumbled something I can't remember to her before I stumbled back over to my circle of friends. "I think I just kissed Marta." My buddy paused for effect.
Slap! I don't remember what they said after that, but I knew I should be ashamed by it. She slipped me her phone number on my way to the bus and I crumpled it into the over-sized tire tread before going up the steps.
[small](But between you and me, that moment was the most magical, transforming moment in my life up to that point. It was like coming up for air from sitting at the bottom of a cold pool. And though I told no one of it, and vowed to make it a more respectable kiss next time, there was nothing I wanted more than to take that breath again. In all honesty I thought I might die now that I'd remembered I
needed to breathe.)[/small]
So that was my first time, though I'm sure few, if anyone has taken the time to read it. It was fun to write though so I'm not mad. But that kiss sure was regrettable. I'd hoped to give it to someone special, but alas... it was not meant to be. A much more pleasant memory is the first time I put these lips to work on... quite another set of lips entirely. And a much more
unpleasant memory is what happened when she tried to return the favor. But that's neither here nor there.
...lol.