How old were you when you had your first kiss ?

MarkinPhx

MarkinPhx

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I was around 10. I was at school on the playground talking with friends when Sally Liston came running up to me, told me that she didn't have cuties, and kissed me on the cheek and then ran off. My ego was shattered years later when I mentioned it to her and she had no memories of the kiss !
 

does kissing a locket count?

posted this elsewhere, but seems fitting here;

Gurls

My first real girlfriend, other than dancer number three from the Jackie Gleason Show, was Patricia.
Fourth grade I think it was.
She had this smile, this beguiling smile, and if per chance she cast one your way, well, it turned all us guys into befuddled masses of profound stupidity.
I was no exception…and she knew it.

So every time she would come near, or I mysteriously found myself near her, I’d make sure and do something cool, like flip my fountain pen up in the air and nonchalantly catch it, writing side down.
Unknowing that I’d just sprayed myself with a unique pattern of Sheaffer traditional blue ....Boob, James Boob.

Oh, yeah, and her eyes…flashing, batting brown eyes….and some kinda smell too..better than, say, my catcher’s mitt, or even gramma’s rhubarb pie.

That’s all I remember about her looks.
Didn’t even consider the shape of her hind end, or if she even had one for that matter.

One blessed day her parents invited my parents to dinner.
I sat across the table from her, sipping my shaken not stirred fruit punch, creating a rather distinguished looking purple mustache.

These folks had lived outta the states for a few years, and rather proudly offered up their unusual cuisine.
There, on my plate, was a heaping festering mound of curry and rice. Not the spicy curry of the orient, no, this was some sorta green slimey slices of slugguts.

Patricia smiled at me.

I forked the slug slices, and moved them around my plate, mustering and encouraging my life long taste buds for fried potatoes, hamburger patties and ketchup.
I furtively went to the potatoes.
Only they were swimming in some sorta gawd awful milk sauce...not fried, definitely not fried.
I think I had two bites, feigning nausea, gladly skipping dessert which looked much like mousse of dog vomit.

Patricia invited me up to her room (HER ROOM!!!), upstairs, legs of Patricia, leading the way...huh, Patricia has legs..nice, really really nice legs (self; wimin my age have legs too. Take note.)

And there I was, in a girl’s room.

Puffy, fuzzy things.
Pink things.
Lacy, frilly things.
Some sorta awning of posts and frilly cloth over her bed.
Pillows, stuffed toys, more pillows, more toys.

So there we were.
‘Nice place ya got here’ (I almost said ‘doll face’, but somehow knew my Bogart wasn’t working any better than my Bond).

‘You are in third place on my list.’

(‘what? There’s a list?’)

‘If you kiss my locket, you’ll be at the top.’

(‘If I kiss her locket?’)
(‘what the heck is a locket?’)

She pulled a dainty gold chain from where, I’d discover years later, cleavage came from.
Her locket was a little gold heart.
I felt really really stupid.
Here I was, in a gurl’s room, with all this claustrophobic crap, and even considering kissing her locket for cryin’ out lowd.
Get me the heck outta here!

(bat, bat, smile)

S-o-o-o-o after kissing her locket, landing me solidly into first place, we went downstairs.

Funny thing. Next day at school, I took on a much different persona.
My once pitter patting heart went back to a normal beat.
Her smile took on a more sneer like function.
Her batting eyes became nothing more than a possible Tourette.
Her smell took on the odor of curry.
Basically, she disgusted me, and less than 24 ago, I kissed her locket...damn.

My first fleeting relationship.

Not for locker room lore.
 
I was 16
His name was Angelo; possibly 18-20. First boy I dated.

He was NOT a good kisser:eeew:

Fortunately that first kiss did not put me off boys for life. :)
 

The three of us hung out together, I was about 13. Out of the blue Ronnie kissed me and I was mad cause I liked Raymond and I started to cry. Then Raymond beat up Ronnie for making me cry.....and that my friends was why we never hung out any more.
 
I've was always been kinda shy around females so if wet slobbery kisses from my beagle don't count, my first actual lip lock from a non relative, real live girl was when I was twelve at a after school Valentines Day dance.....she bent in for the kiss and with me being the true gentleman that I am I obliged her. :)

Her name was Gail........:heart::heart::heart:
 
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This is more of a story about my almost first kiss. I was 13. My brother had a friend who hung around with him and me. And the three of us would spend evenings keeping company and just having fun talking and walking around the neighborhood. Jan was really cute but mostly I considered him just a fun companion. One day, my brother said that I needed to meet Jan in the storage shed and it's because he wants to kiss me. (He should never have told me that!) So I went to meet him in the shed and I don't remember exactly what he said, but I said my brother told me that you wanted to kiss me. Of course, I was a total idiot for saying that. And before I knew it, he exited that shed really fast. I'm glad to say that we made up for it later. And then because of being transferred to another state because of the military, I had to leave and I really had a broken heart because of it. He told me to please wait for him, and intentions were good but it didn't happen. That was when there were no computers and phone calls were extremely expensive. So, that was that. Really sad.
 
I don't know if this counts. I was in the 6th grade and I went to a birthday party,the whole class was invited. Soon we were paired off boy, girl, and given a licorice stick. When someone said go we had to put the end of the licorice in our mouths and eat until we reached the other persons lips. The one who got there first won the game. Kind of gross when I think of it now. My partner lingered awhile so I guess you could call it a kiss.
 
My mind can't go that far back, I'd sooner look forward to my next kiss......ha ha ha
 
I was 12yrs old and went over my friends house. Her brother who was a year older than me, answered the door and kissed me in the foyer. He told me he really liked me and we started dating then.
 
I suppose it all depends on what you mean by “kiss”.


But I remember ..either first or second grade. I can only remember that because I remember the school I was going to at the time.


I was standing on the steps and there was this boy who kissed me on the cheek.


As I recall it was all about his last name being Pickle and mine being Lemmons..


Yes it was like that for most of my school days….


Slapped quite a few boys for their comments….


Anyway …made me recall.:holymoly:
 
Third grade. I was playing at my friend Gerald's house and he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. I said yes, and he said then we had to go into the closet, close the door and kiss. We did and I couldn't see the attraction of it. Apparently he couldn't, either, because the next day he said he had changed his mind and didn't want a girlfriend. OK with me.

I didn't kiss another guy until the sixth grade and that was only because he lost a bet. Or maybe I did..... Anyway, a bet was involved.
 
I was five. As we sat in a circle in kindergarten, Mary Weber took my hand, held it up to her face, and kissed it. My first torrid make-out session was with Debby Clayton, under the ping-pong table, in a darkened basement. It was magical, it was incredible, it went on for more than an hour, and then the next morning, when I went to see her, she said to me, "What the hell are you doing here? Go away!" We never spoke, again. She was a high school girl of thirteen, I was eleven. At a very early age I learned about making out, and came to understand how someone can be used, for sex. Thanks, Debby - - - - In truth, she launched me on my journey of sexual adventurism, that persisted most of my life. Were it not for my current LTR, a very good woman, I'd still be traveling that road.
 
Although I had plenty of not so wonderful kisses before it, the kiss I count as my first real kiss - because it was the first one I enjoyed - came from David and I was 15. That first kiss was magical as were the others from him. Unfortunately there were problems in our relationship that were impossible to overcome - he displayed early alcohol problems, for instance.

After all these years, my clearest memories are of his kisses and his kindnesses toward me.
 

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