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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

When Was Your First Kiss?

The other day, I saw a movie. Whoa, you say, this is not earth shattering news here. I watch movies all the time. So much so that, in the older movies especially, I can spout a lot of trivia. But, I digress. In this movie, there was a scene where the heroine practiced for a date. She watched her movements in the mirror, talked to herself, checked out how she looked during conversation, smiled, flirted and kissed the back of her hand. All to practice.

This got me to thinking - a scary proposition on a good day. Plus, I was probably sleep deprived much as I am right now. Have I lost you? Are you still with Me? Oh, good, because you'll be asked to participate later on. So, anyways, that movie brought back a flood of old memories for me.




All of us receive our first kiss from our mother and, a wild guess here, our second kiss we get from our father. Nice. We rock along through the years being kissed by our grandparents, aunts, uncles and siblings. In this last case, the sibling kiss is dreaded and only given/received under duress by direct orders from the mother or parental unit. We've all heard at one time or another, "Kiss your brother/sister right now and tell him/her you're sorry. You know you love each other." I can't tell you how many times in those formative years, I would've rather taken a beating than to have kissed that chubby cheek. Love him now, back then it depended on the day. <G>




What I'm really talking about is that first boy/girl kiss. My first one came from the boy who lived next door to my grandmother. His name was Mike (first names only given here). We became fast friends the summer I was eight and he was a much older ten. We always played Gunsmoke in his front yard. He was the very handsome, Matt Dillon, I, of course was, Miss Kitty, and my brother was either Chester or the villain depending on which part was needed at the time. Mike played the roll of the sheriff very well and saved me multiple times, so naturally I received many kisses from my first hero. We became so close he wrote me a letter after his family moved away. That letter had smoochy lips, professed I love yous and a Dime Store diamond. Yes, Matt Dillon asked me to marry him. My mother nearly hyperventilated.

My second kiss came during a multi-family get-together. My parents bowled on several leagues back in the early sixties and on weekends they would have parties at the various houses. While the parents played cards, dominoes or listened to party records, us kids were relegated to the back rooms. The one evening that stands out in my mind was in winter and school was in full swing. A couple of girls and myself were thirteen, a couple girls were freshmen in high school and Rusty was also a freshman. He was tall, cute and we were giggly and we were playing spin the bottle. My knees turned to jelly when he kissed me. I made gagging noises as was expected, but  being kissed by a freshman football player - yowza!

For a few years after that, I did a lot of practicing. Unfortunately, I didn't kiss anyone else until I met my future husband. Was he the brave one? The stupid one? He says he'll never again pick up a girl at the A&P. Well, duh. There's simply no need, is there?


Okay, that's my story. Here's where your participation is needed. Tell us about your first kiss. We're all dying to hear your tale.

Thanks for stopping by today and hope you got a chuckle or two,
Carra
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6 comments:

  1. My first kiss was in the second grade. James said "I'm going to kiss you." I said "No you're not!" I started running until the bell rang and stopped running under the swings and he kissed me. I never did tell on him! This was during recess.

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    1. Cute story, Karren. Our grandson is in third grade and he hasn't had a girlfriend yet, according to him. At the Christmas party, though, a little girl in another class, sent him a note and asked if they could go steady. She put two boxes and said, check one for Yes or two for No. When we asked him which one he would choose, he said he guessed yes. Why not?

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  2. Mine was when I was thirteen, he was my cousin's best friend, kind of my boyfriend, we even went steady. He had his arm around me in a movie theater and then kissed me awkwardly. It was uncomfortable for us both. Not sure if we broke up soon afterward but the kiss didn't help ;)

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    1. Gotta love thirteen. Lol Wouldn't it be great if we could bypass that year? My granddaughter is going through that now, and she's been miserable. She'll be fourteen next month, and I think things are looking up!

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  3. My first kiss was in first grade and his name was Carl--don't remember his last name. Then he took me to the hedge separating the first grade recess from the kindergarten and introduced me to his brother. He told me that since we were engaged now he wanted me to meet his family. Can you tell we saw a lot of movies? LOL

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  4. Great post! My first "real" kiss happened in my early teens. Unfortunately, it was a little off the mark and was more like a half kiss. I'm guessing we both had our eyes closed - mine were! In the weeks that followed, with the pressure of that first kiss behind us, we both perfected our technique.

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