Do you remember your first time?
I do.
But no, I am not going to get into the glorious pathetic details of it here on chain. But, when it comes to my first kiss, sure - I can set the scene. And perhaps in the comment section, you can reminisce about your first kiss also. It might be fun.
Or maybe it will bring up painful memories of failure.
For me, it was fun. However, I was a "late bloomer" in this regard considering what it was like at the time. Most of the proper first kisses kids had in my town, were at the end of primary school, playing games like spin the bottle at parties. For me, this didn't happen, because I was a social outcast in this regard, due to the colour of my skin.
High school was a different story though.
And I felt it from the day I walked into the school of predominantly unknown kids I'd never seen before. As I walked through the middle of the school aimlessly and alone, there was a "hey you!" shouted at me and I turned to see a gorgeous brunette with beautiful big brown eyes beckoning me over to her and her group of friends. And with a musical laugh and a flutter of eyelashes, she said, "You're cute. I'm Maria."
Finally... I was home.
But, she was not my first kiss, however, we were friends for years afterward. And it was months more before I actually had my first kiss, mostly because I was scared. I could speak to girls, I got plenty of interest, but I had this dread of "what if I fuck it up" and didn't know what to say to instigate the kiss in the first place. I didn't want it to be awkward.
The setup
Now, I am guessing they have something similar in other places, but where I grew up in Australia, there was a thing called a "Blue Light Disco". This was a dance held in the middle of the town at a large community hall, that required school ID to get in, there was no alcohol, and once you left, you couldn't re-enter. They ran from about 7-12 on a Friday night once a month, and in a small town, they were popular places for kids to hang out, and dance in large circles.
And oh, they were organised by the police, hence the name.
I had been to a few with a couple friends and toward the end of the night, the custom was to play a few slow songs so that kids could also slow dance. I had danced a few over the time and while not Fred Astaire, I could hold rhythm. But still, I hadn't had my first kiss, until the night it happened.
I don't remember the song.
I do remember the girl. She was a gorgeous blonde named Kerryn, with bright blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled with her braces. She was a year older than me, and while we didn't travel in the same circles, we would occasionally have a chat together at the breaks, before she went off with her real friends. She was also a bit taller than me, something I have never really had an issue with in regards to women.
The end of the night arrived and the slow songs started to play. If I remember correctly, Kerryn came over to me and asked to dance with a smile and those glittering eyes of hers, and of course I said yes. And as we danced, my hands on her hips, her arms around my neck, swaying in a slow circle to something like Rush Rush by Paula Abdul. I didn't want to assume, make a move and get rejected, but I also had no idea what to say without it seeming cheesy, or desperate, or just plain stupid. So I moved my head away from her shoulder, looked into her eyes and said,
I suppose you want me to kiss you.
And Kerryn smiled, closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss me. A proper kiss. A sweet kiss. And while I had no reference point at the time, I have plenty since, and it was a good kiss. Even an excellent kiss. A perfect kiss for the moment of the kind that isn't going to be forgotten - Not only because it was the first. And when we stopped kissing, her eyes opened after mine, and that spark in them will not be forgotten either.
Do you remember your first kiss?
Taraz
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So I've already told you, but I'll tell you again: My first kiss was in Jim W's basement. He had let me smoke a cigarette, which probably only made for a smell even more loathsome than that of his acne medicine, which I swear I can still, 55 years later, remember clearly. I'll bet I could identify which brand it was if you lined the 1970's acne meds up and asked me to choose. His mother was not happy, either with the cigarette or with our being alone in her basement. The next time I spoke to him was at our 30th high school reunion. We didn't talk about the kiss. I wonder if he remembers. I still thought he was cute.
Like an acne meds sommelier!
I am sure he remembers.
I never went to any reunions. One was held about 20 years ago, but I was already in Finland and going back wasn't possible at the time.
I've always liked the reunions, and we do them every five years. Now that I have moved back to my idyllic hometown, I like them even more so. I've joined the planning committee, which makes them a tad stressful. I love reconnecting with my old friends. We settle right back in.
I actually don't remember my first kiss outside of family kisses. Pretty sure I was 15... A girl called Kate whose family were clearly like the richest poshest people I'd ever known, in Oxford of all places.
Met online but then in person. When I stayed at her place for a couple of days with her parents and such, I drove through this forested entry, round the trees I saw a giant mansion, and through the kitchen window in the morning, horses. (I had a separate room parents made me sleep in haha)
Like... I did not appreciate what I was seeing as much as I should have lol. But we did kiss at some point there, maybe in the cinema.
Long distance though, didn't work out.
Oddly her phone number is the only one I remember other than my own current one.
This story takes a dark, creepy turn though.
Maybe I'll write about it in more detail XD
Something like this:
By the sounds of it, did she by any chance end up marrying a guy named William?
I remember a few childhood numbers - barely my own now.
This definitely needs some light of Chain!
Haha... oh damn they're actually not much older than I... eesh.
Blast from the past! Yeah I guess that sentence does sound somewhat lyrical story telling heh.
The first kiss with all its awkwardness is utterly electric. The fear of messing it up, self doubts are so real. But, it is all about the courage to lean in, lock eyes and share the spark. That shared excitement remains with the ones forever, reminding you the beauty doesn't lie in flawless execution but in the brave leap into the unknown. That spark, those feelings: I still remember everything. The rush of warmth, wonder and joy. It felt like the world belongs to us and us only.
Abd I think this is what adults often lose and miss from childhood. Days become repetitive, and the small wonders get lost.
Boom boom boom
Let's go back to my room
So we can do it all night
And you can make me feel right
🚨🚨🚨👮♂️
Nah never went in, got dropped off then snuck round to the dunes to drink and smoke bongs 😃 Police were busy with the blue light disco.
:D
I was such a good kid. Once upon a time.
I don't remember my first kiss :) There were many and they were all very forgettable :)
I don't remember all my kisses - but I don't remember all of other things either! :D
Firsts are usually unforgettable. Firsts are usually the best. First love, first job, first kiss. My first kiss was so weird that I actually laugh every time I remember it, I can't give any details :)
Ah, that's no fun... Lame!! :D
Ah that’s a great story and memory for you man! I’m pretty sure I remember mine as well.. though it’s a little fuzzy as some of those things are for me.
I wasn’t good with the ladies, though I’ve had some successes I think my confidence was the issue lol. I always thought I would fuck it up instead of taking charge like we should.
Her name was Jackie and we were in a park when I got my first one. I was a late bloomer too, but it wasn’t a cool slow dance one, lol. I did like the dances though, to sharpen my skills!
The crazy thing is these days, my kid already has a girl that’s head over heels for him and I feel like it was at least 1-2 years before that happened for kids in my school lol. Times have changed!
It is like how young people tend to lean quite left - until they mature and head right.
For sure. And it is something I worry about, because everything has been brought forward because of the internet.
The closest I go to that was kissing some girl near the ear at some party. I guess I did this whole kissing thing wrong...
Near the ear is close!
I remember not my first kiss well, but the one that came before it. When I was 13, at a pioneer camp a girl kissed me on the neck and I had a bruise on my neck. When I came home, my parents asked me for a long time what I was doing at that pioneer camp :)
The the big question is, did you go to all the camps after that?
:)
Exactly
In moments like these feelings are mixed and very intense between excitement and curiosity and it makes it a special moment that stays engraved in the heart and memory.
I wish there were more moments of wonder now.
Yep, I am going to take a pass on this one! 😃
Another lame one!! Noooo!!! :D :D
I'm quite the loser. I was probably 22 before I really kissed a girl. Nobody likes the chubby nerdy kid in high school.
I wonder what is the difference depending on country and location. For example, I grew up in a rural-ish area, but when I moved from there to a small city when 15, peers were "behind" in this regard. Maybe out of boredom in the country areas, kids experiment earlier.
I grew up in the country, so I am not sure how accurate that is! :)
First kiss are always memorable which is an experience one can easily forget.
Do you remember yours?
yeah I remembered it and it was an unforgettable one because we had the kiss where friends were surrounded.
I think that kissing someone at those times was a big step for a young to have experience in a relationship. However, today, I see young couples do more than kiss :)
I was fifteen and the girl, Toni, was from another part of town but babysat for an aunt who lived in our neighborhood. I had just swapped my thick glasses for contacts at the beginning of that summer (1986) so I was riding high on the wave of newly found confidence. She was, obviously, much more experienced than me. It was exhilarating, disorienting, and probably the end of what would be considered "childhood". It was a drama-filled summer fling and we broke up when school started in September. After that dating began as did an endless quest to grow up.