Where do the Noses Go?
“Where was your first kiss?” -Plinky
He was my first boyfriend. To be honest, I didn’t really like him that much. I think I felt bad, saying no, so I agreed to “go out”, as the kids called it in those days. So one night after watching a movie at his house, I was leaving and went to give him a hug good-bye. As we went in for the hug I could feel a rush of adrenaline starting to course through my legs. I knew that MY first kiss was upon me. Flashbacks of scenes from Never Been Kissed and Sweet Valley High started playing through my head. My moment had finally come. I honestly didn’t know what I was suppose to do. I tried to kiss him on the cheek (I didn’t think it was lady-like for a girl to be so forward as to move directly to the lips). Then he turned his head and went in for the lip lock. I think I was expecting fireworks to start going off as our lips met. No fireworks, but I’m not much for fireworks anyway.
The next day he told me I was a really good kisser. Maybe that was just the male in him using such flattery in hopes of more kisses to follow. I didn’t care; I was finally a member of the “I’ve been kissed” club. And what an important club to be a part of as a young teenage girl.