Day 16: Your First Kiss
Oh boy is this a story I wish I didn’t remember.
I actually got asked in college at work one day about my first kiss and I genuinely couldn’t remember in the moment and then in a sudden terrible realization it all came flooding back and my coworker who had asked me burst into laughter cause he saw the sudden remembrance on my face. I had mentally blocked out the memory in my mind.
Now I laugh about it again, sort of. So want to hear it?
It was summer, I was at a camp in Mt. Hood, Oregon. I was in the 6th grade I think. Could have been 7th. I was away for 10 days and started to get chatty with a boy who I think was a year or two older than me. Anyway, one day during “afternoon activities” I found myself alone with said boy because no one else had signed up for tennis. We jokingly played some terrible tennis because frankly, I was awful at it and he was like a pro from what I remember.
We ended up finishing up and getting close for a smooch and boy was it awful. He had just finished off a Coke which tasted terrible second-hand. He also smashed his large teeth against mine making it almost painful. The spit produced was far more than desirable and overall I wanted to forget about it afterward. He tried to put his hands on my rear in the cute I’m just placing these here kind of way but it was stiff and awkward.
We all have those awkward kisses from past relationships but it seems that our first kisses are even stranger and usually memorable for various reasons.