18-Year-Old First Kiss, Leila Hernandez
I was 18 years old and a senior in high school, and I still hadn't experienced my first kiss. I went on Spring Break with a group of girlfriends to South Padre Island, Texas (only a 90-minute drive from where we lived), where we had rented a condo right on the beach.
I met Mark at Carlos 'n Charlie's. He liked my hat. He had beautiful blue eyes. We danced, we had a few drinks, and we went back to the condo with my friends.
I was so nervous. I knew how to act with guy friends, but I didn't know how to act with cute boys who actually showed interest in me (eight years later, and still don't). We sat on the porch and awkwardly talked about music and movies. I learned that Mark was 21 (an older man, I was so proud of myself) and from San Francisco. But I really fell for him when he quoted a line from Shakespeare's "Henry V."
We decided to take a walk down the beach. It was 3:00am by this time and the sky was lit with stars. Mark asked if he could hold my hand. We walked a little further, and then stopped. Mark stood in front of me, held both my hands, and asked if he could kiss me. I said, "Yeah."
His breath was a mixture of Big Red chewing gum and Bud Lite. It was heavenly. To this day, it was still the most gentle kiss I've ever experienced. We laid in the sand and kissed some more. We kissed for a long time. I didn't want it to end. But it did.
We walked back the condo, and as we kissed and cuddled on the couch, I started to fall asleep. Mark said he’d let me go to sleep, and he left.
I went back to Carlos ‘n Charlie’s the next night to look for Mark. I never saw him again, but I’m not sad. He gave me the perfect first kiss and the perfect memory. If you’re reading this Mark, thank you.
I met Mark at Carlos 'n Charlie's. He liked my hat. He had beautiful blue eyes. We danced, we had a few drinks, and we went back to the condo with my friends.
I was so nervous. I knew how to act with guy friends, but I didn't know how to act with cute boys who actually showed interest in me (eight years later, and still don't). We sat on the porch and awkwardly talked about music and movies. I learned that Mark was 21 (an older man, I was so proud of myself) and from San Francisco. But I really fell for him when he quoted a line from Shakespeare's "Henry V."
We decided to take a walk down the beach. It was 3:00am by this time and the sky was lit with stars. Mark asked if he could hold my hand. We walked a little further, and then stopped. Mark stood in front of me, held both my hands, and asked if he could kiss me. I said, "Yeah."
His breath was a mixture of Big Red chewing gum and Bud Lite. It was heavenly. To this day, it was still the most gentle kiss I've ever experienced. We laid in the sand and kissed some more. We kissed for a long time. I didn't want it to end. But it did.
We walked back the condo, and as we kissed and cuddled on the couch, I started to fall asleep. Mark said he’d let me go to sleep, and he left.
I went back to Carlos ‘n Charlie’s the next night to look for Mark. I never saw him again, but I’m not sad. He gave me the perfect first kiss and the perfect memory. If you’re reading this Mark, thank you.
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Sunday, July 22, 2007.
