Tonight Eric and I were talking about our first kisses.
"Mine was in Second grade", I told him
"What?! You little hussy!"
"No it wasn't like that. It was just a peck. He lived 3 houses down and we did it in the backyard when our parents weren't looking. I had my eyes closed so tightly. Then he ran away and didn't talk to me for a week."
"So it didn't go well?"
"Not exactly...But we "went steady" until 6th grade. My first REAL kiss was at age 15"
"same here"
I remember the anticipation of a first kiss. Talking about it with friends, reading articles about it out loud from our Sassy magazines during sleepover parties, Speculating who would be the first to try "French Kissing" and voicing our concerns over what to do if the guy drools or has bad breath...
I remember those awkward moments after a first date in the early teen years. When you're kind of shifting from foot to foot, avoiding eachother's eyes and saying "So-o-o-o.. I had fun" "Yeah me too..." "we should do it again..." "Definitely" Leaning towards the person while he leans towards you, then losing nerve and backing up..then leaning towards him...Then both laughing from nervous anticipation.
It feels like so long ago.
When was your first kiss?
Day 119 of 365 days