Friday Firsts: First Kiss

(Read about Red’s “first” over at The Naked Redhead)

My first “real” kiss (that is, one of the French variety), occurred when I was in 6th grade. I was invited to a party at my then-boyfriend’s house. The guest list for this party included my boyfriend’s older brother, a bunch of his brother’s older friends, and me. Activities planned included pressuring me to kiss the boyfriend, ogling us when we did finally kiss, and making fun of me for having taken so long to kiss said boyfriend in the first place.

The kiss itself was, in the words of Harry Potter, “wet.” Not from tears; though in hindsight, it really was a sad affair. It was just kind of sloppy and kind of gross and really disappointing. My boyfriend was supposedly a veteran kisser. Yes, I was a novice, but you would think his wealth of experience would have made up for it. Not so much.

Lucky for Josh, I’ve now had enough kissing practice to hold up my end of things when kissing commences. Feel free to ask him if you don’t believe me. *=

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