I was fourteen. I felt silly and childish and embarrassed that it was my first kiss. I didn't want him to know. Of course he did, because I was fourteen and I didn't know what I was doing. Incidentally this is also the way I felt about losing my virginity.
After the initial first-kiss awkwardness, it ended up working out okay.
I think this may have been my only non-intoxicated first kiss. Not sure what that says about me.
i love this little post with a map. it's perfect.
ReplyDeleteThat's adorable! I am just hoping the map isn't the same one for losing your V card. Although a park is nice and can be romantic if you're adventurous.
ReplyDeleteNah for my virginity I went with the supremely classy Stranger's Bathroom choice. Because that's how I roll.
ReplyDeletePlinky is awesome.
ReplyDeletewho was he? did I know him?
ReplyDeleteVery sweet post.
ReplyDeleteCute. I think I know that park.
ReplyDeleteMy first kiss...was quite different from yours. I went down to SF's Union Square for New Year's Eve. I was intoxicated, as was everyone else in the crowd. I kissed a few women that night, all strangers, all likely in their 20s, none of whom knew I was only 15. I do remember the first one more clearly than the others, she was pretty with curly brown hair and...really, really drunk. I certainly never learned her name.
It says you are a fucking blast my dear!
ReplyDeleteI can't see the picture for some reason. I feel so ripped off ;(
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