Last night, ABC debuted a trainwreck of a show known as "Here Come the Newlyweds." Expecting an up-to-date version of the sometimes ridiculous, always amusing Newlywed Game, my mom tuned in, only to be disappointed by the lackluster show and its dimwitted participants.
She shared that in one of the brilliant skits, the lucky grooms were blindfolded and had to correctly identify their wives after being kissed on the cheek by all the females. Seriously, how the heck would you know?! Your loved one's kiss would have to be pretty memorable to register recognition with a simple peck on the check.
But then again, some kisses are that memorable. More often that not, good or bad, it's the first kiss. We aren't asking for gory details, but give us a bit of a hint as to what it was like for you. Maybe you were the boy on the playground pinning down all the girls in first grade, or possibly you were the late bloomer that didn't understand what all the hype was about until you were well into high school. Were you so happy to finally seal the deal with your long sought after crush, or did you find yourself wondering why you had just locked lips with the creepy kid next door in a twisted 4th grade game of spin the bottle? Whatever the circumstances, we're pretty sure you have some kind of story. Fill us in :)
Monday, March 3, 2008
Pucker Up, Buttercup
Posted by A Pea at 2:35 PM
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Yikes. Mine was kind of a train wreck and certainly NOTHING like I imagined it to be.
I was in 8th grade and had actually just broken up with my boyfriend (J of the first dance story, who probably should have been my first kiss, in hindsight) for some stupid reason or another. When along came M. (Or did M come in before the breakup and that was part of the issue? Anyway...) M was clearly a smoooooth talker, only I in my 13-year-old ignorance didn't really get this at the time.
We went for a walk and ended up in a park. (Yeah, you can see where this is going -- smooth talker, walk, park....) Somewhere along the way (the Rock, for those of you who may remember this story), we stopped and somehow ended up kissing. (I think I blocked that part.) I was certainly not prepared for the slobbering, gaping cavern that attacked my face and was honestly quite frightened about the whole experience.
M's true slime factor didn't become evident to me until Dwide Schrude's sister ended up having an eerily similar experience, if memory serves me correctly.
T pea - eeewwwwwww.
Those of you know that know me would not be suprised that I cannot even pinpoint my real first kiss. No idea. I know it was around 4th or 5th grade, but that's it.
That being said, I do remember my first French kiss. He was an 8th grader and I was in 6th grade and we were in the school musical together. It was called "Peace Child", where some Russian kids and some American kids all came together through music (think junior high version of Chess). We got started with one of those notes that said "Do you like me, check Yes, No, Maybe". Imagine my jubilation when the STAR of our show checked the yes box!!!
In hindsight, I realize that the number of "yes" boxes checked in my crush notes were directly proportional to the fact that I was one of the only girls that really needed to wear a bra at that age.
Anyway, I digress. We met after play practice out on the playground, where Mr.-Fast-Hands-Slimy-Braces was transferring saliva onto my face so quickly I didn't even know what to do.
So I started laughing. Apparently I had a lot more kissing experience than he did.
And thus began my lifetime of male derision (case in point the tears running down my face yesterday as my hubby tried to parallel park the minivan and kept ending up on the curb).
Honestly, I don't know how he puts up with me.
t pea, are you sure that boy's name wasn't 'david?' because my story is fairly similar to yours. at least the 'slobbering, gaping cavern' part is.
Our blog is officially haunting me. After writing yesterday's post, I dreamed about the guy who was my first kiss last night! I hadn't thought about him in ages, and poof! There he was.
I was a late bloomer, and he was older and had dated people before. I guess I incorrectly assumed that meant he knew what was going on. Nope. Not so much. It was completely awful. Picture T Pea and Super Jane's gaping cavern offenders and throw in a mouthful of my own hair, and you've got it.
Truth be told, he never *was* a good kisser... ever... he didn't even grow on me in time. I was always thinking "Okay, I'm supposed to like this, right?" Yuck.
Ahh, t pea...I do believe that shortly after the "Rock" incident, my parents caught me trying to sneak "M" out of our house when they arrived home early. I never got around to kissing him, probably because I kept hearing your story of the gaping cavern in my head. Thanks for the heads up!
"Your very first kiss was your first kiss good-bye." This was true for me. I was madly in love with George, who was gorgeous, and my sister and a friend tricked me into going to his house (long story.) He took me downstairs where he "tackled me" onto the couch and started kissing me. I just remember opening my eyes and their family room had mirrors on the ceiling!!! So I was able to watch this first kiss from above my head. I thought it was a great kiss, but I'm sure there was a reason he decided that was our first and ONLY kiss...I'm guessing he didn't want to have to go through that again :) I had NO idea what I was doing
Spin The Bottle, summer before going into 6th grade. I think I ended up kissing 2 or 3 guys that night. The first one was Andre and I actually saw him this past summer and he was looking mighty good. The other guy was Kevin and I can't remember the 3rd guy's name. I don't remember kissing anyone else until High School; I guess you can say I went through a dry spell. lol.
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