Do you remember the first boy/girl you kissed?

[ConcernedCanuk]

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or kissed you?

And what grade were you in?

Where did it happen?

CC

(this should be interesting . . .)

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. Oh, do I ever remember!

Because I was so old. I think I was 18, and it was the summer before my sophomore year in college...yup. College.

We were at the beach; I was lying down on the beach blanket, and he was sitting next to me. And all of a sudden, he leaned over and planted one on me.

I was shocked, horrified, and not a little disturbed. THIS was what I'd been waiting for?

I started enjoying them after about the 3rd one.






Are you going to tell us about yours, my dear ConcernedCanuk?

[ConcernedCanuk]

50. just did (tell ya about mine)

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[grantcart]

74. Interesting

I was 17 and a Freshman in college and a bunch of us were at the beach and I was pondering when would I ever have a chance to kiss a girl when this unbelievable beauty lay down on a towel next to me. I was overwhelmed by her beauty and in a great romantic impulse I leaned over and planted one in a great romantic gesture.

She didn't receive it well, she seemed shocked, horrified and not a little disturbed.

It had a traumatic impact on me and I have been celibate ever since.

[ConcernedCanuk]

87. "planting one" on a complete stranger

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is in most cases not considered "romantic"

Romantic is taking flowers to a girl you are enamored with.

I think you know the difference.

CC

[grantcart]

100. whoosh

Right over your head.

I retold her story using her exact worrds to make it seem that I was the young man and that her reaction was so traumatic that it left me traumitized and celebate.

This is the lounge, lighten up Francis.

[ConcernedCanuk]

101. I have a bad habit

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of believing people.

forgive me.

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[grantcart]

109. No you have a problem of discerning humorous asides on non serious subjects

But you continue to take yourself with extreme seriousness, carry on.

[Xyzse]

2. Have to specify... "Where"

Because, if not, I'd just say I was a newborn kissed by my mother.
Friendly kiss from a girl, I'd say kindergarten.
A good bye kiss from a girl, 12 moving to America.
Actual make-out session, Senior year high school. School grounds, outside the building. I was from a different high school than the lady.

All of these firsts were initiated by them.

[onehandle]

3. My first girlfriend was in Kindergarten.

I never went through that 'girls are icky' stage.

We have photos of the two of us in our family album.

[shanti]

4. oh yes!

i was in the 6th grade. my first crush was a boy by the name of dayne. we kissed in the bushes next to the school building after school.

[ConcernedCanuk]

94. You still like the outdoors?

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[shanti]

116. ayup

[ConcernedCanuk]

120. then you will like this other thread of mine

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Includes pix of the 28 acres I purchased recently on the end of a dead end road.

Been poor as a church mouse for almost 2 decades until 2 months ago

take a peek

http://www.democraticunderground.com/1018330731

keep scrolling down, it took a bit to figure out how to get the pix in here

I checked, the pix are still there.

CC

[SwissTony]

5. Lying on a bed at the age of fourteen.

I thought saliva was necessary. The poor girl nearly drowned.

I got better.

[Hoyt]

6. Yes, we both got our thick eye glasses hooked together. Went downhill from there.

[Aristus]

8. I had to wait for my sophomore year before my first 'real' kiss.

Real going at it, hot-and-heavy making out kisses.

Her name was Pam. I took her to a scary movie. I don't know if she sussed out my ulterior motive, but she spent most of the film practically in my lap. Then she kissed me. After my initial astonishment ("Woo-hoo! It finally happened!" ), we went at it fairly aggressively.

[seabeyond]

9. kindergarten. on the school bus. rural and we were the last on the bus.

joe. was a surprise. bus driver got off before us and told my mom.

all i remember.

first real one (2 and 3 and 4...), going steady stuff, 7th grade. john C. i cannot believe i remember this shit

[one_voice]

10. Yes, both the boy and the girl...

The girl didn't do much for me. I liked boys.

The boy--wow--felt like a shock, flushed, heart racing, stomach dropped like a roller coaster ride. I was in 9th grade. I was breathless We were at the skating rink, dark corner. Nothing better than a really good kisser. And that he was, one of the best.

Too bad my brother saw....

I didn't hear from him for a week. But he did call...more kissing.

[MiddleFingerMom]

11. 7th Grade, Kathy T. at a party during a game of "Spin the Bottle"

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Pretty chaste closed-mouth kisses.
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Later that year, with an "older woman" (she was probably in 8th or 9th Grade), in the
back seat of a car at a drive-in movie. She started French-kissing me and it startled
me -- SHOCKED me!!! I was an ignorant, innocent small-town boy who had actually
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When thinking about it after the fact, it was exciting as hell and I couldn't wait to get
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[olddots]

12. once again CC thanks for the memories

it was the summer before 7th. grade at camp and a beautiful 15 year old counselor kissed me on the cheek probably as a counselor
taunt but I fell in love and can remember even her scent ..... wow .....it was even better than hearing Little Richard for the first time .

[rug]

13. I do.

It was in a carriage ride around Central Park. She was 15 and I was 16.

I also remember the horse kept shitting the whole ride.

[Kali]

17. herbivores

[Wait Wut]

14. 1st grade.

I can't remember his name, but I still remember his face as clear as day.

Dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and freckles. We were going 'steady'. We also got in trouble for that kiss. The teacher found us hiding in the bushes at recess.

[RebelOne]

15. Not really sure, but I think his name was Walter

and we were both 13 and I think I was in 7th or 8th grade.

[NewJeffCT]

16. Not until college

believe it or not. I was painfully shy in high school and even in college and a few years beyond college. Plus, I was always turned down because I was a "nice guy" (code word for boring)

I remember her name, where she was from and could give you a general physical description of her at the time - brown-eyed brunette, about 5'3", medium build, cute. We dated for about six weeks, which is a lifetime in college since we saw each other every day.

[Aristus]

21. I could never figure out the prejudice against "nice guys".

My brother, who has been in a happy relationship now for about 19 years, once told me he was turned down by a girl who told him: "I couldn't think of you as anything but a friend. You're such a nice guy."

I told me he wishes he had replied: "What did you want me to do? Smack you around a little?"

He would never do that, of course; nor would I. But why is being a "nice guy" a negative attribute?

[NewJeffCT]

26. I think for younger women

a "nice guy" is what you say to a guy that's boring, but don't want to tell him he's boring. Plus, I think if you're a woman in high school or college, the nice guy is one that you think always wants a serious relationship and sometimes the young woman isn't into that at that time. I'll admit that I'm not the most exciting of guys, and couple that with my shyness when I was young, and you have a seemingly pretty bland guy.

However, it is frustrating when you're the young guy who is always told that - especially when the guy who had a reputation as being a jerk towards women, plus being under-endowed and sometimes unable to perform, never had a problem getting dates with otherwise intelligent and attractive women in college.

But, once I hit 30, things seemed to change quite a bit. My ex-wife was bright, extremely outgoing and attractive and she liked me because I was such a nice guy who treated her well. Plus, as much as she talked, my being quiet and a good listener worked to my advantage... (She also had had some rough relationships before me, so I was like a 180 for her.) We were not married long, but as soon as we were divorced, I had more dates than I knew what to do with for some reason, including with some women that I had to pinch myself to believe I was really dating them, and ended up getting remarried to a very bright and very attractive woman a few years later, and am still married to her almost 12 years later.

[GaYellowDawg]

84. I was told that

And I'm pretty sure it's because I didn't mean any harm, but damn, I was SO immature. I can't blame anyone for rejecting me; anyone who's smart will pick out a man, not a boy. Now that I've grown up a little, I've also grown out and grown old. Oh well.

[blueamy66]

57. I don't think it's the "nice guy" moniker as much as it's the "I can't have him" so I need to pursue

I couldn't tell you how many good looking, stable, gainfully employed, nice guys that I wasn't interested in because they pursued me. BUT, give me a dude that I had to chase.....I'm all in.

I will never figure it out....

[NewJeffCT]

65. Has that changed over time, though?

As I said in the post right above yours, when I was in my teens & 20s, I was that decent looking, stable, gainfully employed nice guy. However, almost all the women I pursued put me off as being a "nice guy" - and, I ended up married to a woman that practically tackled me and initiated sex on our first date.

However, that didn't last and I was 33 by the time we got divorced. However, suddenly it seemed like I had more dates with more women than I knew what to do with. Some of them I thought were way too good looking for me even (not that I'm ugly...) Not sure if it was because I was a bit older or because being divorced made me seem like not such a nice guy anymore - that one black mark on my "nice guy" record? Or, maybe a bit of both?

And, I ended up getting remarried a few years later to a woman that actually liked me for being a nice guy, though it seems like a cultural thing with her. Most of the Chinese women I know are married to seemingly nice guys who do a majority of the housework, be they Chinese husbands or non-Chinese, like me.

[blueamy66]

70. No, it hasn't changed over time.

I am still pursuing the difficult one....the challenge.

I think that I could fall for a nice guy, if he made me chase him....but then I guess he wouldn't be nice, no?

[NewJeffCT]

71. well, maybe if he's a bit shy?

or, maybe you don't like shy guys? Part of my problem was also that I was very shy in high school & college, so not only was I a "nice guy", but it really took a lot for me just to get up the nerve to ask a girl or, later, woman out when I was young.

[blueamy66]

72. I don't know.

But I don't think it's being shy. Maybe some guys just hide their feelings.

[GaYellowDawg]

82. Well...

I'm not interested.

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Wait, that didn't work? Crap.

[a la izquierda]

104. My husband is probably the nicest guy on planet earth.

He volunteers, has a penchant for generosity despite the fact that he's not wealthy, rescues homeless animals...etc. He is a saint. I started dating him because I had a penchant for dating jerks (except one guy-another nice one). I was so happy to not be treated like crap

We've been together almost 14 years.

[Scuba]

18. Do I remember Marcia kissing me? Well duh. Late summer, just before kindergarten was starting ...

... she was 4, I was still 3. She and I were in my front yard, her dad had come by the house for something (probably to collect money). It was a wonderful, sweet, delicious kiss. I recall every detail.

She kissed me again, just eight years later when I showed up at her front door and gave her a Teddy Bear. Again, it was wonderful.

I saw her at our 45th HS reunion a couple years ago. She's still beautiful.

[dr.strangelove]

19. Michele, summer after 5th grade, backyard

It was in my buddy Charlie's backyard after playing "spin the bottle."

[Kali]

20. I honestly don't remember

might have been around 6th or 7th grade...

[rug]

33. Yeah but you remember the first rattler you killed.

[Moondog]

22. Her face, but not her name. I think I was five.

She surprised me in front of my house. I remember liking it.

[nolabear]

23. Yes. I was thirteen.

I was sitting shotgun in my girlfriend's parents' car in front of their trailer. She was in the driver's seat and he was in the back. We were really just getting to know one another as I had moved there not long before, just after my mother's death. Somewhere in conversation I said I had never been kissed. He popped over the seat, planted one smack on my lips, and said "Well, now you have!"

He was my boyfriend for a year or so, and remained a friend for years. He was smart, funny as hell, and really, really gay, as it turned out. We joked often that after me, no other woman would do. He died of AIDS in the 1980s and I still feel the loss.

[tabbycat31]

24. In a movie theater at 16

I worked there at the time and a coworker asked if I would sit in on a movie with him during break (I don't even remember what movie). Unexpectedly he planted one on me and I did not enjoy it at all.

I only worked weekends, and that week I got sick and would not return until a month later. He quit in the time I was gone and I never saw him again.

ETA the first time I kissed someone I had feelings for was in college, so 18. We dated for about two months (he was my first love) until I discovered that he was seeing two other girls at the same time as me.

[Tom_Foolery]

25. We kissed each other...

in her mother's bed. We were in the 4th grade. She was a cute little redhead. I guess that's why I have a thing for redheads now.

[Scuba]

30. + One Zillion

[dawg]

27. I was 16 when I had my first "real" kiss.

Icky, yucky girls probably had their mouths on me at some time prior to that, but I don't remember for sure.

She was 18 or 19, and I thought there was an aura of sadness around her. She was pretty, much prettier than she probably thought, and she had a rockin' little body.

She was a Pink Floyd fan and loved to listen to Dark Side.

We made out all night like a couple of teenagers (cause we were). I bet she had no clue that I was as inexperienced as I was. (I learn really quick)

[Bucky]

28. Donna, summer camp between 6th & 7th grade, at the sock hop.

Then didn't return my phone calls in September.

[Sekhmets Daughter]

29. Kindergarten!

His name was Arazio and he was sooo cute.

My mother would have skinned me alive had she found out.

I think that's why I kissed him!

[upaloopa]

31. Yes it was over 50 years ago and we are in contact via email

to this day

[Chan790]

32. Yes, both.

4th, she was in 7th. Hallway, grade school dance. I'm not terribly sure I wanted to be kissed...I'm pretty sure if someone grabbed me like that today I'd press charges. #bigscarygirl #couldabeenaLBfortheBrowns

7th, he was a freshman. His room. As a mostly-straight guy, I've got to say, experientially, kissing other men is #underrated.

(I can't help it. I'd say I was adorable, (definitely never hot or cute though) but I still am.)

I've been pretty sure my entire life that I was waaaay more sexual than my peers yet everybody always thought I was an

[Gidney N Cloyd]

34. This makes me a little sad-- I really don't remember my first kiss.

It seems like something that should stick with you.

[ConcernedCanuk]

37. I'm with you there, but I DO remember my first memorable one.

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On holidays with my parents, met a 14 year old when I was 15 at a lake -

pushing each other off of a raft on a lake is how we "connected".

No kissing at that time, but she and her parents visited my parents shortly thereafter (around 1966) and we went to a movie.

not with our respective parents, just me and Mary-Jean.

can't tell ya what the movie was, cuz we crawled all over each other,

"necking" like crazy - - !!

same summer, 1966 - was back up to her parents place -

We went to one of her friends place having a party, - no booze at that time.

french kissed for almost half an hour listening to the Monkees without a break.

Was still a virgin then, and for the next 8 years.

So I had that "blue balls" thing going.

But it was worth it.

I remember her fondly.

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[olddots]

41. Ah BLUE BALLS

something only us boomers know about and wish we could forget .

[ConcernedCanuk]

42. LOL olddots

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Dunno you,

but ya made me laugh.

thanx

CC

[Gidney N Cloyd]

52. "I remember her fondly."

...and her fondling.

[Arugula Latte]

59. *chuckle*

[Broken_Hero]

35. Her name was Tyra

my sophomore year of college, September 16th of 1996.

[ConcernedCanuk]

49. Wow - ya remember the date!

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Must of been a special girl.

CC

[Blue_In_AK]

36. Yes.

Seventh grade in the halls of North Junior High School in Colorado Springs, circa 1959 or so.

[Behind the Aegis]

38. I was in college and it was followed by sex which almost eneded in tragedy...

...when my undies got caught on the emergency brake, released it, and sent the car rolling toward a gorge (not a huge one, but, well, where my head was at the time; if the impact hadn't killed me, I would have wanted to be dead). Cute dude though.

[ConcernedCanuk]

44. Your first kiss was followed by sex?

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wow

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[Behind the Aegis]

46. Yup. I was shy...but not after that first kiss!

[ConcernedCanuk]

48. Makes me wonder how my life would be

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If I had met a girl in my teens that responded like that.

I'll try and dream on that.



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[TexasBushwhacker]

39. Spin the bottle at a church retreat

I was 12 and his name was Stan. It was closed mouth, but he would always lick his lips first so the kisses were rather wet.

[ConcernedCanuk]

47. A church retreat, playing spin the bottle.

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I played that once back in the 70's

So

how much did everyone take off, or was it different rules.

the one and only time I played it, ya had to take off one piece of clothing if the bottle pointed at you.

Silly me, I wore no socks or underwear, as was my habit.

I had no idea I'd be playing that game.

So I was naked long before anyone else.



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[TexasBushwhacker]

122. No, we were just kids

One person would spin the bottle and they had to kiss whoever the bottle pointed to. Strictly boy/girl kisses though.

[MrSlayer]

40. Ashley in kindergarten.

Won't use her last name but I do remember it. She used to chase me around the auditorium to kiss me all the time. I confess that I also let her catch me most of the time.

Wonder where she is today.

[ConcernedCanuk]

53. I don't remember ANY girl chasing after me until my teens.

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I remember chasing THEM, having "crushes" and so on,

but my social life did not "blossom" until I was 14+

then it took off!



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[harmonicon]

43. I don't think I've ever kissed a boy/girl.

I've kissed lots of girls, and a few men, but never a boy/girl.

[ConcernedCanuk]

45. are you sure??

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[Arugula Latte]

55. That reminds me of a line from "Will & Grace"

Karen Walker is addressing a group and she says: "Welcome ladies, gentlemen, and undecideds"

[bluedigger]

51. I must have been about 12.

I was out in our garage with the neighbor girl, who must have been 15. Out of nowhere she just put a lip lock on me. It was just a catch and release, though. I think she was practicing for bigger game.

[ConcernedCanuk]

58. Gotta ask, why were u in the garage with a girl, hmmm?

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[bluedigger]

60. Just hanging out, I guess.

I really don't remember, but it wasn't odd - we grew up playing together. Heck, we're still friends on FB four decades later. I should ask her what was up with that sometime.

[geardaddy]

54. Yes, I remember the first girl I kissed.

I think I was five or six.

[blueamy66]

56. Scott M

I was in 5th grade. He was my best friend's older brother. We were in the alley behind my house. How romantic.

He is now in the CIA, living abroad.

Should have held on to him....

[UtahLib]

61. I was sixteen and I remember it well.

I had just gone to bed and the house was dark when I heard pebbles hitting my bedroom window. They were being tossed by a cute classmate that I had considered no more than a good friend. I slipped into my robe and crept down the stairs to meet him on the front porch. He had come to tell me how much he liked me and he actually asked for a kiss. His lips had barely touched mine when the front door swung open. My ardent suitor to be yelped and took off running. I turned to find my dad bent over laughing hysterically. My next experience with kissing, minus a fatherly interruption, was much more romantic and memorable.

[Jamaal510]

62. Glenda Frost.

It was at Burchalter Elementary in the 2nd grade. It was my first and only kiss, although I was the one who kissed her. It was more like an ambush kiss.

[zanana1]

63. He tried to French me.

I was 13. I threw him to the ground and he ran away. I should have known I'd have trouble with men.

[datasuspect]

64. well, it was kindergarten

and it wasn't one girl.

it was as many as i could kiss whilst running around the classroom yelling "I'M A WILD AND CRAZY GUY!!!!!!"

yeah, my mom got a call about that one.

good thing it was 1976, so i didn't get medicated because of it.

[bigwillq]

66. I remember both the girl and the boy.

[In_The_Wind]

67. I honestly don't remember my first kiss.

[AngryAmish]

68. Yes. 8th grade. Park.

[Loryn]

69. I so remember.

The first one was when I was about 12. I was so not ready for that. It didn't happen again for a long time.

I think I was about 15 when I let someone kiss me again, and I enjoyed it.

[Doc_Technical]

73. Her name was Cheryle

I was a senior in high school and she was a freshman.
We were sitting on the grass in a park near Ezie Street.

[ConcernedCanuk]

92. and . . . ?

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[HarveyDarkey]

75. I never kissed a boy/girl that I know of

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[ConcernedCanuk]

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[woodsprite]

76. Oooh, I better remember or I'll be in the dog house tonight. I'm married to him.

My first kiss was at the 9th grade Sadie Hawkin's dance. Almost 35 yrs and 2 kids later, we're still together and still enjoy eachother's company.

Actually, if you go back to the very first time I *EVER* kissed a boy, it was a little boy (about 5 or 6 yrs old) in my Sunday School class (the minister's son). I got in trouble for that one!

[ConcernedCanuk]

91. I thought only men got sent to the doghouse!

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Congratulations on the longevity of your relationship!



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[Neoma]

77. Was an adult and he is now my husband.

[ConcernedCanuk]

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[aint_no_life_nowhere]

78. I’m not sure as to what qualifies as a real kiss

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I was 5 years old when I kissed a girl who wasn’t a family member, but it was not a voluntary kiss. I was playing tag in the front yard with neighborhood kids my age and I was “it”. I couldn’t run fast enough to catch anyone and got frustrated so I picked up a heavy metal lawn hose nozzle and threw it up in the air at the taunting kids. Unfortunately it hit a little girl my age right on the nose, causing it to bleed. She ran home crying. My dad came outside to see about the noise and then gave me the worst spanking of my life. I told him I didn’t mean to target her but he said I should have known better. He yelled at me and told me that what I did could scar the little girl emotionally towards boys. My dad simply didn’t tolerate any disrespect by me towards any member of the opposite sex, especially that of a physical nature. He found out where she lived and drove me to her house. He made me go up to her room and apologize to her face. After all these years (this was in the mid 1950s) I still remember the skinny blonde girl in her bedroom leaning against the wall with a handkerchief up to her nose, her eyes red from crying. My dad then ordered me to kiss her on the cheek. I was very embarrassed but excited at the same time because she was only wearing a pair of panties. I never did anything physically harmful like that again to a girl or woman.

The next time was a year later (I was 6) when my dad was transferred to the U.S. Air Force base at Bitburg, Germany. A girl who lived upstairs in our four story military housing complex had weimaraner dogs like mine. We became friends while walking our dogs in the German farmers’ fields and forests on the edge of the base. I almost stopped playing with boys and was kidded for having a girlfriend but I didn’t care. We were inseparable and I know I found her pretty and I really, really liked her. When she moved away we shared a long hug and she gave me some wet kisses on the cheek. I was heartbroken for days. Her name was Caroline.

The next time was when I was 12. My summer friend Larry invited me over to his small house where he lived with his mom, dad, younger brother, and older sister named Sondra who was 14. When I first saw Sondra she had puffed out blonde hair like the style in the early 60s. She wore white socks and she had her feet propped up on the front porch railing, rocking back and forth on the back legs of a chair as she listened to a transistor radio. I must have startled her when I sat down on the porch steps because as she turned to see me she spilled a glass of red kool-aid on her white shirt. She looked at me with disgust and went inside. She then came back outside with a clean shirt and made some comments about going to the radio station’s sponsored sock hop. I was desperate to learn how to dance to meet girls so I gathered the nerve to ask her if she would teach me how to dance. I offered her $10 for a few lessons. They were a poor family (the father was a night watchman and the mom didn’t work) so she agreed to come over to my house because she probably needed the money. Upstairs in our old Victorian house in my bedroom with the stereo she came and taught every dance of the day that you might see on American Bandstand; the Watusi, the Mashed Potato, the Pony, the Twist, the Hully Gully. We met about five or six times that summer and each time she stayed a little longer, earning that $10 several times over and causing my mom downstairs to start asking questions, such as whether it was really about my friend's older sister teaching me how to dance. To my amazement, behind closed doors this unsmiling, hard–edged teenage girl became the sweetest, most talkative, most smiling and laughing creature I could ever have imagined. She then finally taught me how to slow dance and she kidded me for having no idea how to hold a girl and then asked me if I’d ever even kissed a girl. I could only stare back in embarrassment, when she stopped dancing and suddenly kissed me as the music of the Everly Brothers, one of her favorite records that she’d brought, “Let It Be Me” kept playing in the background. It wasn’t the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had since, nor was it just a friendly ‘good-night’ kiss at the end of the prom; in those twenty seconds or so her mouth was wet and her lips moved over mine. And it was my very first mouth-on-mouth kiss. After that summer, Larry and I stopped being friends in Junior High and I never saw her again.

But that fall in Junior High I sat behind a blonde long-haired girl (I don’t know why all the blondes as I consciously have always preferred brunettes) named Priscilla in Mrs. Cameron’s English class. I have always been shy but in Priscilla’s case she was so cute I came out of my shell in a big way. Our English teacher made us trade papers for spelling tests and I intentionally made the worst possible hilarious spelling mistakes to get her attention. I called her “Miss Priscilla” telling her that she reminded me of an aristocratic English girl with a Governess who went around calling her “Miss Priscilla” “Miss Priscilla” in an English accent. I started accompanying her to lunch then walking her home and then I invited her downtown by bus to go see a movie on Saturday morning. She told me her parents would have killed her if they’d known because her mother said that boys were “of the devil”. She picked the movie and we sat in the balcony in the back. In the dark, I played with her hair and then kissed her, my first real kiss in my opinion. We ended up making out throughout West Side Story and I had to see it years later on TV to see what it was all about. Priscilla was the cutest, kindest, sweetest, most intelligent, coolest, and most drama-free girlfriend I ever had in my life and I still miss her. Unfortunately, my dad was a career Air Force officer and moving away and leaving people behind was a constant reality of life.

[TrogL]

79. I remember the first girl I played doctor with

In full view of a busy freeway.

[easttexaslefty]

80. Yes.

A million years ago, when I was in 7th grade. He was in 8th. We missed each others lips. We stayed together for 5 years. He joined the Marines after high school barely missing Vietnam. I married a long hair hippie who smoked pot, became a peace activist, and divorced. We are FB friends. And the wheels keep spinning...

[ConcernedCanuk]

89. LOL - "We missed each others lips."

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I don't ever remember that happening to me,

but I do remember the awkwardness of entangling mutual eyeglasses!

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[GaYellowDawg]

81. Yes, Margaret J. from Arkansas, at a bell choir convention. I was a freshman in high school.

*nostalgic sigh*

[GaYellowDawg]

83. OMG

Holy crap, I just found her on Facebook. She had a really strange middle name and that's why I remembered it. But it's her. Man alive, the Internet is scary.

[ConcernedCanuk]

121. Internet scary? - sometimes yes, also sometimes rewarding.

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I've found friends from decades ago on Facebook.

And even reuniting with some of them this summer.



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[sakabatou]

85. On the lips or cheek?

[ConcernedCanuk]

88. Depends what "cheek" you are referring to . .

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[sakabatou]

103. Face.

[ConcernedCanuk]

86. Gonna try to respond to to the responders

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But only one recommend?

Crank it up! - get your brains out of your shorts!



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[Lady Freedom Returns]

93. I was in home schooling at the time. I was 14 he was 18

A boy named Mingo. He was working on a motorcycle everyone was telling him he could never get up and running. He was with the guys next door working on it. Well while he was there, they got it going. I was right there and he was so happy he gave me my first toe curling kiss.


Mom was setting out side at the time and saw it. When I walked back over to my house she had an evil smile on her face and asked how was it? All I could do was smile back!

[ConcernedCanuk]

95. "tow curling kiss" wow! - (but that would be TOE curling kiss, right?)

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Don't have to ask if ya liked it or not!

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[Lady Freedom Returns]

97. With the way my spelling ability was missing while thinking about it...

Probably don't have to ask!

[ConcernedCanuk]

99. Got it

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[Lady Freedom Returns]

102. And for those that are asking themselves..

Yes, he did take me for a ride. He also taught me how to ride!

But that is as far as we went. It was like a Danny and Sandy summer thing is the best way to describe it. He know my cousins, my protective male cousins, so there was a deterrent, big time!

[womanofthehills]

96. I was 7 or 8 and very agressive in my love

I ran after Bernie, caught him and kissed him. His mom visited my mom to complain.

[a la izquierda]

105. Fourteen years old...

We were at the movies. We dated awhile, I broke his heart, and he married the next girl he dated after me.

He hates me (pretty much told me so on Facebook after I sent him an apology email several years back).

[Bertha Venation]

106. Oh, god . . . Ick.

Junior in high school. Gregg Burgess, a senior. On our first and only date, we went to see Alien. I loathe horror movies and had no idea what I was getting into. Afterwards we necked in his car. The memory nauseates me.

The first time I kissed a girl, I was a freshman at Los Angeles Baptist College. That woman became my first lover, then became a complete psycho a la Fatal Attraction (but without the rabbit). The memory nauseates me.

Hmph.

[clyrc]

107. I was 12 and he was 14

We were at the stock car races, where our respective dads raced, and after a short conversation the night I met him, he grabbed me and kissed me, totally unexpectedly. I was really too shocked to respond. The next week at school, he carried my books for me, but it was a short week and we went to my grandparents the next weekend. By the time I got back in town, I was so sick with asthma that I was put in the hospital for the first time, and by the time I got out I was skinny as a rail and sickly looking. My first day back at school I saw him with another girl, and the next time I went to the races he was with yet another girl, and I had my first broken heart.

[distantearlywarning]

108. Age 15, at a teenage dance club

It was nothing whatsoever to write home about, kind of slobbery, didn't have much interest in the boy on the other end of the kiss. Afterwards I wondered what the big deal was.

But then....

A year later, sweet 16, I'd gone out on a few dates with a ridiculously cute boy, wavy blond hair, blue eyes, 6' tall, little round wire glasses, and he played guitar in a band. Ooh la la! I had a huge crush on him but was trying not to be obvious about it. He was the "son of a preacher man" and one weekend morning we went over to his father's chapel to play the piano together (we were both musicians). Sitting on the bench together, playing duets, snow falling outside a huge floor-to-ceiling plate glass window, and he leaned over and kissed me. Wow! *swoon* My heart (and other stuff) was all a-flutter, and I finally understood why people wanted to do this kissing thing.

We dated for nearly a year in high school, which at that time in one's life is practically like being married, and we went to Prom together. We were both in serious puppy love. We spent all our time getting into mischief and feverishly making out. It was awesome. Sadly, we broke up over something stupid, and then we got together again a few years later when we were in college and dated for another year. Although we were very compatible, it eventually became clear that we just really weren't meant to get married, so we broke up for good and remained good friends. 20 years later, I'm still friends with him on Facebook (and he's still damn cute).

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[ConcernedCanuk]

112. Interesting! - that "son of a preacher man" thing.

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The girl I mentioned, Mary-Jean, where we did serious lip-lock for extended times when I was 15, she 14,

Was the daughter of one of the two Church Ministers in a small town of less than 1500.

And yeah, I remember her last name, but I ain't telling!

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[distantearlywarning]

114. In my experience

The sons and daughters of "preacher men" do in fact tend to be a little wilder than the average, in the best kind of way.

[Spike89]

110. It was the summer between 7th and 8th grade

her name was Melanie, a girl from the neighborhood. We went steady off and on for a few years then lost contact during high school (different schools). I saw her decades later (our early 30s) and she was down on her luck pumping gas (Oregon has no self service). I really wanted to talk to her more (I was single at that time), but she was pretty much aghast at being a bit dirty and in overalls and filling my tank. I never saw her there again.

[sinkingfeeling]

111. Yes, and he's still around 60 years later. My first love and I were 5.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

113. kindegarten. he asked me to marry him...

had two boyfriends by first grade

[rurallib]

115. Oy yoy yoy do I remember? Do I remember?

like it was yesterday.
Hot summer night. Got off work at the grocery store at 9PM. Fellow worker (Johnny) had a car and said "let's go to the dance place..."
I was 14, he was 16. Had to be 16 to get in but they never checked an ID.
About an hour after we got there, johnny had a girl on his arm. She had a friend. He asked if I was interested. I was so dumb, but sure I was interested.

So they got in the front seat, I got in the back with her friend. Holy smokes she was all over me. The break lasted about half an hour and we went at it until the crowd went back in. The girls melted into the crowd. Johnny had to go home which meant so did I. Never bothered to ask her name. Neither did Johnny. So it was an off chance one time thing.

[discntnt_irny_srcsm]

117. no but i think i have it narrowed down to 2 or 3.

[triguy46]

118. Yep. June 10, 1967...and a picture of the exact location

On the corner of 61st and Lockton Lane, Fairway, Kansas. About 8PM. I was 14 she was 15. It was also a bit of tragedy because my family was moving out of state in August so this summer love could only last 2 months. It did. I was brokenhearted. This is a stop on the official tour of my youth. Let me be one to affirm, you never forget your first love.
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[union_maid]

119. I think so

First I remember, anyway. I was in 7th grade and it was a party at my house. I ended up spending a lot of the evening with this one boy. It didn't become a boyfriend/girlfriend thing. I think he was a bit of a player even at 13, but really a nice guy and lots of fun. I honestly don't remember if we ever dated after that or not. Too long ago. I do remember that we were friendly right through high school. And right after graduation he was hit by a car and killed, which was horrible.