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Does everyone remember their first kiss? I know I sure do. Although It happened eons ago I still remember so much about that exact moment.
I recall that summer so well. I remember walking through a school playground and meeting a boy. Way back then the guys rode dirt bikes. Mongooses, or something of the sort. It was cool and just the in thing to do. I remember what I was wearing the very day I met this boy. Red shorts and a checkerboard top from Marriott's Great America (aka Six Flags). It was one of my very favorite outfits. I thought I looked hot! Well, he must have too because he showed interest and followed me through the playground.
We eventually started "dating, seeing each other, or whatever we called it" and hung out almost every day. He would ride, I would walk. I did not ride a bike, as for me in my teenage state, it was not cool. His friends, my friends, him and I would all hang out at the school field house. We would sit in front of the school and listen to music. Jam On It was playing and we were singing. Everything was so simple back then.
I don't recall hanging out at his house or meeting his mom, but he sure knew where I lived. He would ride over and we would usually sit outside and make our way back to the playground.
Yet, there was one particular day. He had stopped by, laid his bike on the driveway and came in. We were in the kitchen. I was leaning against the stove, and well, you know what happened next. He kissed me. Our first kiss. The minute he opened his mouth, I moved back. "What are you doing", I asked, and he told me. It was there and then that he schooled me in the art of kissing. It was exciting, fun and I am sure there were more kisses afterwards.
I do have to admit that I like kissing. I think it's fun. What ever happened to the excitement of the first kiss? Why is it that we have taken the intimacy of the kiss for granted? I don't know about you, but kissing for me is a way to show someone that I care about them. We kiss our family members, friends, yet when it comes to our partners, it becomes overlooked. What ever happened to the good old session where you go to make-out point for the Submarine Races? What ever happened to the excitement of getting to know someone with their clothes on?
I have been single for quite some time and I have to admit, I am looking forward to my "next" first kiss. I want the thrill, the rush and the excitement of those years when life was simple. I want to look forward to getting to know the person I choose to spend time with. I want to feel my heart beat and knees melt once again.
How about you guys, do you remember your first kiss? Is the memory different for men than it is for women? If it is, and you want to share, please feel free to comment below.