To be honest, I didn’t remember my first kiss. Luckily, I kept diaries growing up (you remember, hard cover books with tiny, tiny, little keys?) Looking through them for this post brought up several issues:
• My handwriting was awful; each letter is huge and bloated. The world wide deforestation is due in part to my writing. I wasted huge volumes of paper. I won’t even mention the period where I had some kind of fetish for dotting my eyes with giant bubbles.
• I may have been a touch overdramatic. There are many sections that include any of the following: I hate him, I love him, I want to die, No one understands me. Moderation was clearly not in my vocabulary.
• My parents must have been extremely patient or heavy drinkers. I can’t imagine that living with me was a pleasant experience. I also dressed poorly based on photos, and yet you can see in my diary that I thought I was looking GOOD.
• I always dreamed of being a writer- it is even documented as early as Oct 14, 1981 (age 12) “I really want to be a writer when I grow up.”
This post is however is about first kisses. The following is taken directly from my diary:
August 3, 1983
I’ve had my first kiss sigh. We roller skated during the doubles part and he held onto my HIPS! And I held onto his neck- sigh again. I am in love. I know he likes me because he told me. We went to the game room and I beat him in air hockey (barely.) Laura says I shouldn’t let him beat me, but I did.
It was time for my mom to pick me up and he said “mind if I kiss you goodbye?” I was so excited so I guess the air hockey thing didn’t matter. So then we kissed. He had nice lips. The first kiss is so much the best. (author’s aside – seeing that this was my first kiss- how did I know it was the best?) He didn’t use his tongue, which is good I think. I don’t know. Now I am SO depressed because I go away for two weeks. I can’t believe I have fallen in love and now I have to go.
Two pages later I was OVER the roller rink boy and have a huge crush on the next door neighbor of my cousin. I was very fickle in my youth. On the upside I am no longer fickle, no longer under the illusion that the first kiss is the best, have discovered real men don’t care if you beat them at air hockey, and realized the tongue thing isn’t nearly as yucky as it sounds.