My first kiss

A girlfriend of mine was telling me about a scene she saw at the school. The bell had just rung and the kids were filing out of the school when a little boy walked by holding a little girls hand. He walked over to his van, kissed the girl on the cheek and said goodbye while he jumped into his seat. The moms that saw this exchange laughed and enjoyed this innocent first step into young love.

This story got me thinking about my own experience into young love and my first kiss and my worst kiss. I’m going to share my story with you.

I fell in love with almost every boy that accidentally caught my gaze. I would fall head over heels every day although there were a couple of significant crushes. My first love was in kindergarten. His name was Jason Chavira and I would chase him in the playground. I never caught him but I crushed on him all through grade school until he moved from baby face boy to bad boy.

I was eight when I finally caught my first kiss. He was the cousin of a neighborhood friend and he would come visit a lot during the summer. His name was Buba, or at least that’s what we called him. My neighborhood friend had a pile of hay in her garage, don’t ask me why, and we laid in the hay to exchange sloppy, wet kisses. This was the beginning of me learning to discreetly wiping my face dry after a special but wet kiss. Buba and I didn’t last long, surprisingly. I fell pretty hard for Buba’s brother Curtis and that ended my kissing sessions with Buba.

It was a sad loss. (That’s sarcasm.)

My worst kiss was with a guy that I dated after we moved out of Las Vegas and into Bellingham, Washington. He was going into the service and told me that I would be a great wife of a serviceman. I think that was meant as a compliment but I thought it was a weird conversation to have on a first date. Regardless of how awkward the dinner conversation, I was more than happy to see if this guy was a sloppy kisser. Turned out he had the widest, wettest kiss I had ever suffered through. Once again the kiss was a sign that I was not destined to be the wife of a serviceman. Instead I would be to wife of a computer geek. One more surprise.

Wait, I think my worst kiss was actually with a guy from work when I was 18. He was a waiter in the dining room of the retirement center I worked in. He was gorgeous and I had dreams of him for weeks before I mustered up the courage to actually talk to him. He was a tall guy with a great build. Not too big but not too small. He had dark, wavy hair that would fall in front of his eyes when he was busy. It was a tragedy to cover up his eyes because they were a gorgeous blue color. He was always well dressed and had a great smile that made me melt from the inside out. Now I know what the saying means, don’t read a book by the cover. He moved into the same apartment complex I lived in with a friend of mine. This guy, I can’t remember his name, came by one night to visit. Visiting turned into kissing and I found out real quick that this guy was a real smoker and his whole mouth tasted burnt and nasty. It was ruined fantasy. I was no longer going to assume that just because a guy was smoking hot meant that he was going to make me crazy with his kisses.

After that I met a computer geek who went about it all different. My first kiss from my husband was on the beach. A large group of us met up to eat crappy food and run around trying to get attention without looking like we were doing it on purpose. Chuck stayed close by and when the group thinned out he asked to talk to me. He was clear and forward. He was very interested and wanted to date. I told him that I was not at all excited about dating. I had my fill of guys and dating. Chuck was clear though that dating him would be different and then he announced that he was going to kiss me. He leaned in and I braced myself to be soaked in yet another yucky kiss but he just kissed my cheek and walked away. He didn’t try to stick his tongue down my throat. He didn’t try to rub on me or even to grab the goods.

I was so shocked I didn’t know what to do so I just sat there while he walked away. That was my first kiss with my future husband.

It was perfect and by not offering it all up front it made me want more.

I hope that my daughter’s can stay away from falling into young love. If Jocelyn has her first kiss at 8 then it’s only months away. Why was I so anxious to grow up. Adulthood comes whether you want it or not but you can never be a child again. This is the only time for hide and seek, jumping on the trampoline and pretending to be a super hero. How can we encourage our babies to stay babies and not rush to push into a false maturity?

What was your first kiss like? How old were you?

In case you need some pointers I thought I’d share this how-to video.

For anyone who’s here from Ann’s VGNO I thought I’d add some kissable music. Enjoy!