In honor of my upcoming 1 year blog anniversary, I’ve decided to do a series of posts on my firsts…
First thing to be tackled? Well, in case you didn’t notice, I love romance novels. So, it’s only fitting that we start with my first proper kiss. And by proper, I of course mean some guy shoving his tongue down my throat. :p
When did this blessed event occur? Let’s see, it was freshman year in high school and the lucky young stud was…hmmm, let’s change names to protect the innocent, shall we? Let’s call him, “Sal.”
Sal for saliva. Heeheehee. Yep, Sal’s kisses were overflowing with passion…and saliva. So much so, that I remember quite a bit of it dribbling down our faces.
But one thing I will say for Sal, is that he was quite masterful at giving me another first (oh, calm down) – my first hickey. I didn’t even know what he was up to, but I remember thinking – oh my, that is nice. Later when I left the dark movie theater (hey, don’t judge), I saw my neck in the mirror and had a minor panic attack. In addition to having overprotective parents, I was also a swimmer and in lifeguard training – do you know how hard it is to hide a hickey when you’re only wearing a Speedo? And in the water?
Ah yes, high school problems. So, cheers to my first french kiss with Sal. :p
How was your first kiss? Any mechanical (or saliva) difficulties?