First Kiss
It’s been one year—this month—since I kissed my first guy. Somehow, that makes me feel really old. In that one year, I kissed four guys—some were good and others were horrible (my first boyfriend was particularly awful).
I remember my first real kiss well. It wasn’t my official first kiss but I don’t count the one with my friend, Katie, in the first grade. After watching an episode of Queer as Folk, the guy put his arm around me and kissed me. It was light and soft—pleasant but not wonderful. I felt clumsy and was more concerned about lip placement than about how it felt. It was only after that kiss that I realized the weirdness of the whole situation.
Any first kiss memories you’d like to share?
