30 Days of Introspection: Day 16
Yeah, yeah. I know how late it is...
Day 16 - Your first kiss
This is pretty easy, if only to be answered in three parts.
My first kiss ever: It wasn't a proper kiss by any length of the imagination. Hell, it wasn't even on the lips or from someone I liked. Or had even thought to like. It was from before my hormones woke up and went "oh hey, the opposite sex :googly eyes:." It was from a boy that lived down the street from me when I was, hm, maybe eleven? Twelve? He was one of the boys I used to go to the park with, cos it was right around the corner and I lived at the conjunction of two different thoroughfares that meant I couldn't just walk and visit the people I was close friends with at school. He was always more friends with the boys whose backyard was up against my backyard - now they were a wild lot, and I didn't always like them much - but he'd never had any problems including me and my brother in on the games of tag or whatever the hell else we did. Anyway, it was his last day to run around and play, cos his family was moving. The other boys had all gone home for dinner, and as he was walking away, he stopped, ran back, kissed me on the cheek, then turned and ran all the way home without ever looking back.
I remember thinking "Oh." Like somehow he made sense. Whatever revelation I had at the time is lost to me now...
My first proper kiss: For a round of not surprising anyone, it was David. We'd gone to a movie (The Others, I believe), and had just gotten back in the car. And, I swear to god, it was like one of those cheesy moments in a tv show where you just look at each other and are drawn together like it's magnetism. I remember the rush, and closing my eyes, and holding my breath. This was definitely a proper kiss on the mouth. I don't think I stopped smiling all day. Maybe all week. Even if I wasn't a good kisser at the time, heh.
My first time kissing a girl: I think I'd just moved to Denton, or was about to. I'd already come to various conclusions about my attraction to women, but... well I'm painfully shy. And honestly, I can really suck at the whole flirting thing. At least. When I'm actually trying to do it. Needless to say, David and I had some pretty cool, pretty flexible friends at the time, and one night, one of them was over to see Kissing Jessica Stein. Yeah, the synchronicity there amuses me too. She turns, looks at me, just turns my face and kisses me. Which was nice, cos as it turns out I like my girls pushier than I like my boys. She wasn't a great kisser -her lips were too thin and she used her teeth too much, as in, I'd never before understood the term "teeth clacking together" til I'd kissed her- but it was enough to know that yeah, fuck yeah I could get into this.
Day 16 - Your first kiss
This is pretty easy, if only to be answered in three parts.
My first kiss ever: It wasn't a proper kiss by any length of the imagination. Hell, it wasn't even on the lips or from someone I liked. Or had even thought to like. It was from before my hormones woke up and went "oh hey, the opposite sex :googly eyes:." It was from a boy that lived down the street from me when I was, hm, maybe eleven? Twelve? He was one of the boys I used to go to the park with, cos it was right around the corner and I lived at the conjunction of two different thoroughfares that meant I couldn't just walk and visit the people I was close friends with at school. He was always more friends with the boys whose backyard was up against my backyard - now they were a wild lot, and I didn't always like them much - but he'd never had any problems including me and my brother in on the games of tag or whatever the hell else we did. Anyway, it was his last day to run around and play, cos his family was moving. The other boys had all gone home for dinner, and as he was walking away, he stopped, ran back, kissed me on the cheek, then turned and ran all the way home without ever looking back.
I remember thinking "Oh." Like somehow he made sense. Whatever revelation I had at the time is lost to me now...
My first proper kiss: For a round of not surprising anyone, it was David. We'd gone to a movie (The Others, I believe), and had just gotten back in the car. And, I swear to god, it was like one of those cheesy moments in a tv show where you just look at each other and are drawn together like it's magnetism. I remember the rush, and closing my eyes, and holding my breath. This was definitely a proper kiss on the mouth. I don't think I stopped smiling all day. Maybe all week. Even if I wasn't a good kisser at the time, heh.
My first time kissing a girl: I think I'd just moved to Denton, or was about to. I'd already come to various conclusions about my attraction to women, but... well I'm painfully shy. And honestly, I can really suck at the whole flirting thing. At least. When I'm actually trying to do it. Needless to say, David and I had some pretty cool, pretty flexible friends at the time, and one night, one of them was over to see Kissing Jessica Stein. Yeah, the synchronicity there amuses me too. She turns, looks at me, just turns my face and kisses me. Which was nice, cos as it turns out I like my girls pushier than I like my boys. She wasn't a great kisser -her lips were too thin and she used her teeth too much, as in, I'd never before understood the term "teeth clacking together" til I'd kissed her- but it was enough to know that yeah, fuck yeah I could get into this.