Oh, you knew it was coming. How could we play Questions without asking about your first kiss?
My first kiss took place in my driveway, playing spin the comb. Yes, comb. We didn't have a bottle, but because it was 1982 and everyone stuck combs in their back pockets so they could insta-feather their hair, we improvised.
The boy I was madly in love with at the time, spun that comb. I promised God I'd be good forever as it whizzed around and then stopped, shockingly enough, pointing at me. I braced myself for the fireworks. Then he leaned forward, pecked me on the lips and readily wiped his mouth.
Romantic, huh? How was yours?
xoxo,
Suzanne
Hmmmm I think my first “peck“ was when I was young. Maybe 2nd? Grade? more Like a “crush peck”. My real first kiss? i think circa 7th? Grade. Movie theater….blind date in a sense….didn’t even really think it was the memorable….but that was it.
I'm so lame or maybe the kiss was so lame?? I don't remember my first kiss!!
I do however remember my "almost first kiss". It was a "set-up" by friends. I was in 7th grade and we were supposed to meet in the band closet after school. I chickened out and didn't show. Still regret it... it would have been a good one. I really liked him!
First kiss? Just about as unromantic as yours. My high school best friend and I had gone to a party. She immediately hooked up with a random guy, a frequent occurrence. I expected it (Diane was very much a bird-in-the-hand kind of person), but the guy who had invited her to the party was a little disconcerted.
He and I talked (we'd met at school) while just about everyone else got busy. It was one of THOSE parties. He asked me if I'd ever been to a make-out party. Maybe my instant blush gave it away (damn my Swedish ancestors!). He then asked if I'd ever kissed anyone. More blushing. He chuckled, not unkindly, and said, "Look, it seems like…