Your First Kiss
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first was a chick i met at a ren fair, didn't feel anything for her, and learned that kissing isn't anything i enjoy. just seems really pointless to me.
The circumstances leading there are too complicated and long for lazy old me to recite here, but it was two years ago (we were 16), in the middle of the night in a pitch black tent full of sleeping friends. Neither of us had any kissing experience and when I said it was pitch black I meant it - the only thing you could see was the little holes in the tent canvas above. Guess how well that kiss worked.
But I don't mind that anymore, and I'm not sure I did then. The important thing is that it was the beginning of our still ongoing relationship, which continues to make me excessively happy. But seriously, we hadn't even dated before that kiss!
Oh, and yes, we are perfectly competent at kissing in total darkness these days as well.
But I don't mind that anymore, and I'm not sure I did then. The important thing is that it was the beginning of our still ongoing relationship, which continues to make me excessively happy. But seriously, we hadn't even dated before that kiss!
Oh, and yes, we are perfectly competent at kissing in total darkness these days as well.
Ooohhhhh. Right. Yeah, most of the time it doesn't even occur to me. When it does I wish I didn't care about it, but for the most part it's fine.IcyEvils said:
Part of it could just be putting it out of your mind. Hell, I don't care now nearly as much as I did when I found out. You could ignore it for ages, think about it one day and go "Oh yeah, I remember that. Meh." and just no care anymore.
Ah, I understand now *smacks forehead* yep, cooties are bad, although there is a fun fact about what actual cooties are, rather funnyxXxJessicaxXx said:It's like 'cooties' but britishaei_haruko said:
I was 12 on a field trip to a museum in NYC with my gifted class. This girl bothered me a little; she would always mildly talk shit to me, which I was a bit too young to realize that it was her being flirty. She lived really close to a friend that I played street hockey with, and would occasionally pass by on her way home or whatever to get flirty.
So, the day went normally for the first few hours. It was just a normal field trip, with the teacher taking the lead, moving all the kids in one massive herd while letting us explore each room freely after a brief summary of the room's theme. At one point in the museum, as the group was moving to another room, she put her hand on my chest to hold me back. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but before I knew it, she pop kissed me right on the mouth. It completely shocked me; I remember my head feeling a bit spinny and I couldn't do anything but stand still with a dumbfounded look on my face. I had no idea that she was attracted to me in that way (being 12, I guess) and honestly, until that point, I hadn't really been attracted to her. Being my first kiss, though, I was instantly sentimental and warmed up to her a bit.
For the rest of the day, I took any opportunity I saw to discretely hold her hand (since, having just had my first kiss from a girl, and our doing something I had always imagined being a very private thing in public, was still a big deal). I remember testing the waters each time; I would touch her index finger to see what she would do, and she wrap it around mine, and slowly spider our way into each others palms. I remember her hands being tiny compared to mine (I was always a tall kid, though, I think I was about 5'5" when I was that age), and really cold.
Ugh. Too detail-y. Anyway.
After the field trip was over, and the normal bus ride seated next to the highest ranking member of our individual friendship hierarchy, we arrived back at a deserted school to retrieve our personal items from our lockers. No one was there aside from the few god-blessedly discrete janitors. We found each other extremely quickly (I know I couldn't wait to find out what was going to happen). Coincidentally, we were the only two who had lockers in that specific wing of our school. As soon as we felt save, the day of my first kiss also came to include my first makeout session. We were under the stairs in a connecting stairwell with huge windows on one side. The sun was setting over the top of the school, and I know that sounds very bizarre to be that sentimental about something that happened inside a school, but I'm sure if you lost your virginity in a hospital, you'd be more likely to remember the smell of her hair than the scent of death, disease and offensive cleaning products.
Anyway, I'll cut off the story here. It's really long, yes, but I haven't thought about it in detail in years.
So, the day went normally for the first few hours. It was just a normal field trip, with the teacher taking the lead, moving all the kids in one massive herd while letting us explore each room freely after a brief summary of the room's theme. At one point in the museum, as the group was moving to another room, she put her hand on my chest to hold me back. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but before I knew it, she pop kissed me right on the mouth. It completely shocked me; I remember my head feeling a bit spinny and I couldn't do anything but stand still with a dumbfounded look on my face. I had no idea that she was attracted to me in that way (being 12, I guess) and honestly, until that point, I hadn't really been attracted to her. Being my first kiss, though, I was instantly sentimental and warmed up to her a bit.
For the rest of the day, I took any opportunity I saw to discretely hold her hand (since, having just had my first kiss from a girl, and our doing something I had always imagined being a very private thing in public, was still a big deal). I remember testing the waters each time; I would touch her index finger to see what she would do, and she wrap it around mine, and slowly spider our way into each others palms. I remember her hands being tiny compared to mine (I was always a tall kid, though, I think I was about 5'5" when I was that age), and really cold.
Ugh. Too detail-y. Anyway.
After the field trip was over, and the normal bus ride seated next to the highest ranking member of our individual friendship hierarchy, we arrived back at a deserted school to retrieve our personal items from our lockers. No one was there aside from the few god-blessedly discrete janitors. We found each other extremely quickly (I know I couldn't wait to find out what was going to happen). Coincidentally, we were the only two who had lockers in that specific wing of our school. As soon as we felt save, the day of my first kiss also came to include my first makeout session. We were under the stairs in a connecting stairwell with huge windows on one side. The sun was setting over the top of the school, and I know that sounds very bizarre to be that sentimental about something that happened inside a school, but I'm sure if you lost your virginity in a hospital, you'd be more likely to remember the smell of her hair than the scent of death, disease and offensive cleaning products.
Anyway, I'll cut off the story here. It's really long, yes, but I haven't thought about it in detail in years.
I was 18, late last year. Friend and I got drunk, and whilst I was walking with her back from a shop where we had bought booze, she forced me against a neighbours wall and kissed me. Was nice. We then proceeded to continue all night long and surprisingly, neither of us regretted it in the morning.
We then proceeded to continue all night long and surprisingly, neither of us regretted it in the morning. 
My first kiss was at the age of 19 with my second girlfriend. We were in the lounge of my dorm room's bottom floor. Public Displays of Affection, such as kissing, were strictly prohbitied (let's not talk about that), but since everyone else was at dinner in the cafeteria hall, we were alone in the lower level lounge (come to think of it, that lounge did have the reputation of being the "make out" lounge, how ironic). We had just finished watching "A Walk to Remember" (go figure) on my laptop and were just cuddling. All of a sudden, she starts kissing my fingers. Now let me take a step back and explain that it been a good 15 months since my last girlfiend, my first girlfriend, and we were no phsyical displays of affection. So I naturally thought this was some kind of "game," and played along, kissing her fingers back. Then she starts sucking on my fingers, using tongue (which I found out later could be suggestive of sorts...). Once again, I played along and did the same (yeah, I know how clueless I saw). After not getting any of the hints, she went and kissed me. Pressed her lips against mine, then put her tongue in my mouth. Yeah, she took the lead, which not typical roles, but she had more boyfriends than I had girlfriends, so she knew what was doing.
Can't say it's a positive memory, considering that was probably the downfall of our relationship...
Can't say it's a positive memory, considering that was probably the downfall of our relationship...
It hasn't happened yet, and I'm 22. I also have acne, glasses, and bad teeth, don't care for sports, and am pursuing a degree in programming. May all bow before the king of nerds!
I was 16 and was with my first girlfriend,
we had gone over to her house to watch movies and afterwards before I had to leave we went outside and walked around her yard and talked.
Then before I left we hugged and then just instinctively kissed.
It was the perfect experience and I miss the girl who I shared it with.
we had gone over to her house to watch movies and afterwards before I had to leave we went outside and walked around her yard and talked.
Then before I left we hugged and then just instinctively kissed.
It was the perfect experience and I miss the girl who I shared it with.
very classy mine, outside a pubs toilet when we were both drunk. and it was a friends birthday night out....
to make it slightly better we are dating now and we did both have strong mutual feelings at that point we just didn't want to admit it, thus the drunk part...
to make it slightly better we are dating now and we did both have strong mutual feelings at that point we just didn't want to admit it, thus the drunk part...
I was 12, and we'd been dating for about a week. After school one Friday afternoon she said she wanted to do something before I went home. She took me behind the school and we kissed. Not french, but it was still really sweet.
I don't think I'll ever forget that feeling right as I was moving towards her. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. It was too late to stop, but dammit, I didn't want to.
I don't think I'll ever forget that feeling right as I was moving towards her. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. It was too late to stop, but dammit, I didn't want to.
I was 15 she was 13, we were in her basement watching 'The 6th sense' with some of her friends. she told me to distract her from the 'scary' parts so i asked if i could kiss her and she said yes. so at the moment i saw the people hanging from the courthouse ceiling i leaned in to kiss her. i guess she was a little braver than i was because she proceeded to go all in and french me right there but i was ok with it. was her first and mine as well (obviously, otherwise i wouldn't be posting here). i guess i coulda done things better but whatever, we were together 2 weeks later. lasted 6 months before everything faded away. but thats how it is. i gave my next girlfriend her first kiss at the mall.. kind of unromantic. then again that only lasted 2 months. the girl after that i gave her first kiss to while teaching her how to play guitar in my room. 'I wanna' by the all american rejects was playing in the background. i looked at her in the chorus, my arm half around her, she looked down shyly. i tipped up her head by her chin, brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her, gently. very gently. that was the way i had imagined the first kiss to be.. and to some exent that was my first kiss because she was the first girl i really felt a strong emotion for. id had a crush on her for 6 months and after idolizing one person that long i guess its natural that the first kiss with them is something special. i still regret the way things ended with her.. she really was something special. but that was years ago. life goes on
My cousin. I'd like to disregard it as kids being kids, but she was acting very... Inappropriate.
14, at a metal festival, she was already one of my better friends for like 10 years (since pre-school, or whatever you call that in the US/UK) both slightly intoxicated, also the same night I lost my virginity. All with Iron Maiden live in the background in a tent for one person on a hot spring break evening.
Still together 8 years later.
Still together 8 years later.
I was last November (I was 16). This person had strung me along the whole summer and I just kind of meekly didn't do anything then we had stopped talking for a while. November she started acting like she was into me again and I'm like "well, fuck it, I'm just gonna do shit and if it doesn't work out it won't". So next time I saw her me and her were talking to her ex (who I hate) who I'm pretty sure still wants her and I just started kissing her on her cheek and head casually throughout the conversation. Next day she kissed me on my lips at lunch then later that day we were on this spinning ride at a carnival thing and we kissed more on that. Kind of wished the lunch one hadn't happened cause the carnival thing would make a better story.
Then a couple weeks later she was done with me again for the same reason she had stopped talking to me after the summer: saying she wasn't good enough, that she'd hurt me, that she didn't feel anything for anyone and that I deserved more than that for my affection- what I thought was just bullshit to make me feel better. Since then she's been to a mental hospital a few times for a lot of those issues and now I feel bad about thinking she was bullshitting me. Now that she's better she's been trying to start talking to me again but I'm just not feeling it.
Anyway. That's already gone well beyond what was asked of me by the OP, so I'm just gonna leave it at that.
Then a couple weeks later she was done with me again for the same reason she had stopped talking to me after the summer: saying she wasn't good enough, that she'd hurt me, that she didn't feel anything for anyone and that I deserved more than that for my affection- what I thought was just bullshit to make me feel better. Since then she's been to a mental hospital a few times for a lot of those issues and now I feel bad about thinking she was bullshitting me. Now that she's better she's been trying to start talking to me again but I'm just not feeling it.
Anyway. That's already gone well beyond what was asked of me by the OP, so I'm just gonna leave it at that.
