Melissa, Minneapolis
Here is my story of a first kiss.
We were both from small towns in Wisconsin. I met him the summer before my senior year in high school on the 4th of July. We watched the fireworks and stayed up long past midnight talking and holding hands. We were both shy, but exchanged phone numbers and talked quite a bit before going on a first date. As is typical, we went to a movie, and afterwards sat in his car. Not knowing anything about kisses, I just assumed that the guy had to kiss you after the date, so I waited and waited. He wasn't making a move and I really wanted to kiss him, so I blurted out, "Are you going to kiss me?" He lunged; it was wet, sloppy, and lots of tongue. I knew it wasn't a good kiss, in fact, it was pretty bad. He later told me it was his first kiss, too, and that made it more special than any kiss could be.
We were both from small towns in Wisconsin. I met him the summer before my senior year in high school on the 4th of July. We watched the fireworks and stayed up long past midnight talking and holding hands. We were both shy, but exchanged phone numbers and talked quite a bit before going on a first date. As is typical, we went to a movie, and afterwards sat in his car. Not knowing anything about kisses, I just assumed that the guy had to kiss you after the date, so I waited and waited. He wasn't making a move and I really wanted to kiss him, so I blurted out, "Are you going to kiss me?" He lunged; it was wet, sloppy, and lots of tongue. I knew it wasn't a good kiss, in fact, it was pretty bad. He later told me it was his first kiss, too, and that made it more special than any kiss could be.
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Sunday, March 18, 2007.
