First Kiss

Im going to have to have the sex talk with the girl this summer.

Im okay with doing it...actually sort of looking forward to it as she has had lots of questions as of late.

I was trying to remember what my mother told me when I was her age. I seem to remember a book that explained sex through dogs first and then through people. Uh yeah...like its LESS scary to learn about sex by seeing DOGS do it than humans.I also remember that I had already read the book she was sharing with me. Cover to cover. It had been hidden in her sock drawer...where all the good stuff was hidden. Like she didnt think we would find it...........

Anyway, all this thinking back stuff made me thing about my first kiss. Do you remember yours?

Well first lets define first kiss. I mean my actual FIRST kiss was in kindergarten when a 6th grader dared a boy named Fred (this was actually his name!!) to kiss me and he did. Oddly enough I ended up liking Fred alot when we reached the 11th grade. We never kissed after that though...that relationship burnt itself out by 2nd grade no doubt. After kissing in Kindergarten, whats left, right?

The next boy kiss i got was when I was in 4th grade. My sister and I were playing Truth or Dare with some boys on our vacation. She is 3 years older than I so the boy she liked was at least in 7th grade or so and his parents allowed him to take out their boat on the lake (Thinking back Im wondering just what were my parents thinking letting their two girls go out on the lake with 13 year old boys unsupervised!)You know the truth or dare gig when you are in middle school. Dare=kiss on the cheek . Double Dare=kiss on the mouth. Triple Dare=Open mouth kiss. (this seems SO TAME to me by today's standards...its amazing how oversexualized our culture has become over the past 30 years...I mean open mouthed kissing was ....well...it was grounds for MARRIAGE!!!) One of the boys double dared and we kissed. I dont remember it being anything other than pleasant.

But my first REAL-stop-breathing-make-my-knees-weak-oh-my-lord-I-cant-believe-we-are-kissing-dont-ever-want-to-stop-kiss was the summer I worked two jobs. It actually was one of my funnest summers ever. I didnt want to be home so I decided to work two jobs. One in a Chicago day camp from 8 - 5 and the other cleaning offices from 6-9. If I only now had half the energy that I did then. Marcus worked cleaning offices too. He was one of those prep school hotties who was eventually bound for law school (although who was I to talk I was prep school myself) We spend the first half of the summer flirting maddly, going out for ice cream with co-workers and eventually sneaking into downtown Chicago bars cause I was not of age yet.

Our favorite place was the Hang Uppe on Rush and Division in Chicago. One of his friends knew one of the friends of the bouncer so they generally looked the other way first and eventually got to know us. Dont forget we are talking early 1980's here. Marcus kissed me the first time outside the Hang Uppe.

I think was mostly sticks in my mind was the whole ambiance of the time and place. You know when you are young and you feel your life is right on the brink of starting...One of those "movie moments"when everything is just exactly right and you are in an incredibly fun, easy, light place, and you cant imagine anything else being better in the whole scope of your life.

Sighhhhhhhh...well that he was DAMN cute!

Its fun to remember the good times. It makes me nostalgic. I know beyond a doubt that the good times only get better in memory, until they reach epic proportions, right. (See, I barely remember our break up at the end of the summer...something about his having girlfriend at college...Im sure I was like devastated, but I dont remember this as much!)

Okay...your turn now...share your first kiss story. Dont be shy now!