More Diary Drama: First Kiss
My so-called well of blogging inspiration is a little dry right now, so I turned, again, to my amusing prepubescent diary entries.
Without further ado, here is the chronicle of my very first kiss (age 11):
March 25, 1984
Yesterday was my first kiss. It was at J.O.s party. The date was Sat. 24 March 1984. We were playing spin the bottle. I was the first one to get it. My partner was J. He took me in the house and we watched cartoons. After about five more turns, nobody had really done it yet so, on my next turn (when I got J again) we decided to really kiss and then everybody would. So we got David* (as a witness) and I shut my eyes real tight. I counted to five and Jamie kissed me on the cheek. He did it really quick but it had a sort of tingling feeling to it. But I was relieved to have it over.
*Yes, this is the same David I was in love with the previous year.
Though I didn’t record it, I vividly recall my first French kiss, a couple of years later. I was rather naïve when it happened and was horrified when the boy (actually he was a couple of years older than I) suddenly, surprisingly, disgustingly, stuck his tongue in my mouth. I never thought it would be something I come to enjoy (how things change).
Do you recall your first kiss?