I had a conversation the other day with my daughter. Her friend was having a disagreement with her mother about what the right age is to start dating. They asked me when I’d let my daughter start. I thought about this for awhile and thought about the age that I started dating. Images of my first kiss flashed in my head.
I had been sitting on my friend’s bed. The guy I had the crush on was just in the next room. I was surprised when he walked in to the room and sat down next to me. He looked just as nervous as I felt. About a million thoughts ran through my mind. Did he like me? Was I pretty enough? What had he come in there for? I smiled at him in attempt to push all the insecure feelings away.
“I, uh, wanted to talk to you,” he said. He reached up and pushed some of my hair over my shoulder.
My heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to explode in my chest. He moved closer to me. His eyes gazed over my face and settled on my lips. Then it hit me. He planning on kissing me. I wanted to freak out. I wondered if I would kiss good and a bunch of other silly questions. But I wanted him to kiss me so bad. I smiled at him and then his lips met mine. As we experienced out first kiss, doubts washed away, we both relaxed and continued on. He finally ended the kiss and jumped up from the bed. I sat there in a daze. It had been amazing. That was my first kiss and I was twelve.
I had a first date with an great guy recently. At the end of the date, he walked over to me. I looked up at him, realizing this was it. The big chance for the good night kiss. My heart pounded as I wondered if he would do it or not.
“I had fun,” he said.
“Me too,” I whispered and was just as nervous as I had been when I was twelve.
He slowly moved closer to me until his lips met mine. Excitement rushed through me. My arms went over his shoulders and felt his go around my waist. He pulled me closer as the kiss deepened. He finally pulled away and smiled down at me.
“Goodbye,” he’d said.
I watched him get into his truck and drive away. I went to bed with thoughts of him on my mind. What a sweet moment that had been. And so full of passion.
No matter the age, the first kiss is one of those special moments in a person’s life that they probably won’t ever forget. So tell me, readers, your most memorable kiss story!
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.
-Emil Ludwig
Talk to you soon,
Wendy Ely
3 comments:
First kiss? At 14 I trapped a girl against a tree and smeared a quick wet gooey one on her. When I stepped back she wipped her face and I ran away.
Most adventurous kiss? High school band trip. We were hiking through the woods in a light snow storm to a cabin miles away. I got seperated from the group, but for some reason got obessesed with this girl 50 yards ahead of me. I tracked and hunted her down and finally caught her after an eternity. First I tapped her on the shoulder and then I spun her around and then I grabbed her shoulders. To this day I can still taste her metal braces. She always looked at me weird after that.
The first time I kissed my bride- to-be my knees shook. whew!
Great post Wendy. How bad would it be to admit I don't even remember my first kiss? Okay, nevermind. I didn't say anything. I don't know what you're talking about. Quit looking at me like that.
Some emotions for writers are more fun to channel than others :) Wow, the excitement and fear of that first kiss... Experiencing that over and over in a well-told romance is a lifetime of wonder.
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