Not a lot leaves me stumbling for an answer with my children. They’ve asked me some pretty uncomfortable things so far and even though on the inside I’m squirming, on the outside I’m the picture of cool, calm, composed mom. Until the other night that is. While watching Back to The Future, my oldest turned to me and said, “Mommy, when was your first kiss?”
Bam! Blindsided. Damn you George and Lorraine. Damn you!!
Good grief, how do I answer this? It was a respectable Grade 8, but still I’m not ready to share that with my girls because, well, because they can’t date until they’re 30 right? So, when my girls kept asking me who my first kiss was, I was flooded with memories and got, well, I got flustered. And then said, “Did you hear that One Direction was going on tour next year?” and then continued to distract and evade until they gave up.
For what it’s worth, I don’t really remember my first kiss, the rather innocent smooch I’m sure we all have at some point. Apparently it was quite lacklustre, as I can’t recall the who, what, why of the situation. I do however remember my first “real” kiss. You know, the French kind. Oooh la la.
His name was Nick and he was an older, more worldly boy in Grade 9 and I was crushing madly on him. He was confident, funny and had this crazy thick blonde hair that stood up but looked dead cute on him. I was totally smitten. One day we went for a walk around the neighbourhood and he grabbed my hand and my heart started to beat a little faster. The wind was blowing and my hair kept getting stuck in my bubble gum flavoured Kissing Potion. I started to stress because my palms were getting sweaty and I thought for sure he’d run away completely grossed out. Instead he stopped at the chain link fence, brushed my hair gently out of the way and kissed me. Very softly and oh my, oh so sweetly. I’m not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that for weeks after that kiss, I could close my eyes and feel that weird, floaty sensation I had when he kissed me. Oooh weee, is it getting hot in here? *fanning self* Now that kiss left an impression.
When I asked my husband who his first kiss was, he got this stupid grin on his face and his ears got all red. “Annette,” he said in an almost hubba, hubba kind of tone. He didn’t have to say anything else. Apparently, Annette was memorable too.
It’s been a couple of days now and my girls have still not come back to the question. I’m hoping they’ll forget about it…until they’re 30 anyway.
When was your first kiss? Did it leave a good impression or a bad one? Do you know where your first kiss is today?
In a sad postscript, I found out many years ago that Nick’s life was cut short by cancer. Although we were no longer in each others lives at the time, he held a special place in my heart. Still does.
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I don’t have a clue when my first kiss was, but I do remember my first boyfriend – grade 3. I would walk him home because I lived further. We would hold hands, kiss – I don’t know, maybe.
First off, what a beautiful memory of yours! Thanks for sharing and getting all mushy!
My first kiss was in a Mediterranean country with an older guy who thought all “American” (a.k.a. Canadian) girls were easy. Thankfully I proved him wrong! Needless to say, not so special.
All I can hope for is to have my last kiss with my special husand.
I was in grade 11 and Aaron was his name. He was tall, blonde(ish) and had curly hair. The lead-up was very exciting/romantic (read: hormonal) but the execution left much to be desired. To sum it all up, think “wet-vac”.
I don’t remember my first kiss. Clearly neither of us were very good. I do remember Kissing Potion lip gloss though, and how my hair always stuck to it!
I am going to sound like a dork but my first kiss went to my husband. I was 18. I wasn’t allowed to date, let alone kiss a guy until University and it didn’t help that I went to an all girls high school. He knocked the breath out of me.. literally.. he had to remind me to breathe. LOL
OMG Susana, that does not make you sound like a dork at all!! I love this story. So wonderful. I was blushing for you. 🙂
Seriously, my hair was a clumpy mess by the end of the day, but I slathered that stuff on. Truth be told, I think that was the beginning of my lip balm/stick/salve addiction.
Tara, I laughed so hard, I spit my tea out on my desk this morning. Thank you for sharing that. Hysterical.
Oh Alexandra, that’s such a lovely sentiment. I always tell my husband we’ll never have enough time together. The first kiss may be the one that gets all the hype, but you are so right, the last one is what really matters. Now, I’m all misty again.
Grade 3! No I kid, I kid 😉 My DD in Grade 4 has her first big crush this year. Save me. 🙂
Oh first kisses…I do remember them. The first time I was kissed was grade 9 at the “Morp” (Prom spelled backwards for those keeping score…which means girls ask boys…but I digress). I asked Jeremy, the boy I had a crush on (he said yes!). We were slow dancing to “Man in the Middle” by Michael Jackson. And he gave a quick peck on the cheek. To which I….did nothing. Just kept on dancing. I was too shy to respond. We never did end up dating because I was moving away in a couple of months. But I always think of that moment when I hear that song.
My first “real” kiss was grade 10, with a younger man (ok, not that young, he was in grade 9). At the mall, after a movie. Not quite as memorable but still pretty good. Of course 4 weeks later when he made out with a girl in grade 12 on a dare…well, that wasn’t as good!