I know y'all sitting there wondering why I have post entitled First Kiss. There is method to my madness (isn't there always?) *grin* Who remembers the song Eternal Flame by The Bangles? I heard it on the weekend. And hearing it always brings up a very special memory....of my first kiss. Now, the number of kisses I've had could probably be counted on two hands...I don't want to try for an actual count because I'll probably end up depressed and watching chick flick *grin* See, I tend to over think...well, everything. But particularly emotions. So a kiss is never just a kiss and is instead...well, too many things to name. Which is probably why my kissing experience (among other things) is so limited *grin* I can't just...feel things. (Although that might have something to do with the rather large wall-like structure between my body and the rest of me.) However, my first kiss was...I didn't over think...come to think of it I didn't think at all.
His name was James and he was younger than me...perhaps by a year. *cue cradle-snatching jokes* He was my friend's cousin, and I remember thinking he was gorgeous when I first met him. And in case you're still wondering, this is where the photo of Taylor Lautner comes in. James looked a lot like Taylor, although he wasn't quite that toned. He was leaner, but otherwise a close match IIRC. Anyway, my friend's younger sister did what younger sisters normally do and worked out that we liked each other (think 20 questions)...and spilled the beans. And I was shocked. No one had ever liked me. Cue chase scenes a la The Italian Job as all the various siblings decided to stalk us to witness the first kiss. Talk about pressure! But we doubled back and lost them and found ourselves all alone, at dusk, at the end of an alleyway/walkway. And was the first kiss (my first ever kiss) memorable? Yes. No pressure from him, no slobbering (hopefully that goes for both parties). It was soft, and gentle and...perfect. *SIGH*
Did we stay in touch? Yes. He used to ring and we'd spend ages on the phone just...talking and laughing. I'm sure I'm looking back through rose-coloured glasses, but...he made me laugh. I could be me around him...and that didn't seem to bother either him or me. In fact, he seemed to like that I was...me, which is probably why our phone conversations were so long *grin* My parents didn't approve of this time spent on the phone talking to 'a boy'. They never said anything, but...the disapproval was evident. What happened? I don't know. I can't remember, but I know I screwed up, jumped to a conclusion about something and we stopped talking. But, regardless, it is a lovely memory. And I guess that's what I want in the future. No, I'm not comparing the kisses as memories always seem better than the actual incident in question. But I want that feeling...of not thinking, but just...being...there, in the moment. Does that make sense?
So, can you remember your first kiss and, if so, do you remember it fondly?