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first non important one, i was 8 or so remember most of it...I was at my aunts house in golden ...swimming in her pool..she had a friend over who had a daughter my age...she was swimming too...she went under the water for a second..on the other side of the pool...and when she came up she yelled.."lets get out of the pool"...so we did, went under the balconie and kissed...after that i asked her why we had to get out of the pool and she told me it was because she puked when she went under the water...i wondered if they all tasted that funny till i was 15 or so....when i got kissed by my next girl just after she vomited after drinking too much....but the bad luck ended after that....so im happy....
---JOHN
Don't recall the first, but when I was single my lips were registered as deadly weapons. I used to seal envelopes with more passion than most men kiss and I had to use perscription chapstick.
Dono
Good one, dono.
Somehow, it’s trying to paint a very obtuse picture in my mind…sort of that Jerry Lewis look. Did you happen to have a female audience while you drooled on those envelopes? Of course, when I was younger I was no Disney book.
I was at the holy end of a coke bottle spinning. It took almost five minutes to get prepared (she was 16, I was 13). After all that she smiled and give me a fast, dry peck. Yea – I remember my first smack, and still snicker at myself. What a letdown.
I was 8. I remember it very well. Thats when I started practicing medicine without a liscense. She was the little blue eyed blonde girl down the street. Sad, she moved away to Atlanta when we were 9. Would have ended anyway, we moved away when I was 10. I honestly cant remember what she exactly looked like, it was 25 years ago. I can remember that she was the prettiest cutest girl on the block, really. All the other guys were jealous when we got caught. Ofcourse my dad was a little proud.
Honestly cannot remember where and an exact when, but I was 14 and it was all summer with the same girl that came to visit her grandparents for the summer. Small town living at its best.
Just got a year older on saturday (march 27th for those of you don't remember), (thats right, I won't tell either ) and I still haven't kissed or been kissed. But I'm relatively young and that could change at any given moment so I'm not worried.
Last edited by Toreador_Diesel; Mar 30, 2004 at 04:21 PM.
I was 15, she was 14. Sitting in the back seat of her mother's boyfriends' truck (chevy, YUK!) on the way home from a football game, sitting right behind her mother, hehe. Quite risky really, considering her mother hated me from the beginning. Ah, this "love" thing.
First "real" kiss I guess though, was actually on a church bus on the way home from MO (wrong, I know, lol), just glad we didnt get caught, I mean, imagine trying to explain THAT to her mother (hateful hag, hehe ). Never forget that one. It just "happened". Strange really.
13 and her name was Kelli, It was in St Stans cemetry ( we were walking through it ) She held hand and kissed me goodbye when we got to her house. I remember it like it was yesterday (32 years ago) I was in love with her for along time. A year later she moved to Ohio with her parents.
steve
Nope luckily we never did get caught! I'm sure mom and dad would have loved to hear about their daughter getting busted for kissing behind the alter in church!