Lately I've been looking back on my life a lot. I think I want to start sharing stories from my checkered past :) Unload my luggage, and take care of all that dirty laundry so to speak. Just joking. I just feel like talking. Or writing I should say. Here's my first installment and I am calling to all of you to share your first kiss stories. Even if it was with a cousin. Correction.
Especially if it was with a cousin! You know who you are. I hope Steve isn't dismayed by this. Graphic content ahead.
My first kiss.I don't typically count this one, but it deserves an honorable mention. I was in first grade and my boyfriend, Rodney, was a younger man. (Kindergarten). We sat on the bus together. We put our jackets over our heads so nobody could see us. We were still in that phase of thinking "if I can't see them, they can't see me" like in peek-a-boo. Very clever. We kissed. He actually slipped his tongue in my mouth and I remember thinking it felt like licking cold raw meat. I was grossed out by it.
Official First KissI didn't kiss anyone again until I was 17 and a freshman in college. (I had graduated HS a bit early.) His name was Grant and I thought he was pretty cute. We ended up dating pretty seriously after our kiss. I was in his apartment and we were standing close together and he just came in for it. I was
freaked out!!!! He had a short crop of facial hair and it was scratchy. I did not know what I was doing and it was very clumsy. To this day I bet Grant remembers me as a bad kisser. Are you out there Grant? Sorry buddy!
My first kiss with SteveBy this time I had kissed too many people. I wont give you the details of the kiss but I will say that my heart was hammering and when it was over, I knew that Steve Bishop truly loved me...even passionately. Wow! That was a very unique and special thing. We were engaged a few days later.