September 19, 1987.
Twenty years ago.
My first date.
I was fifteen and very excited to be going out with a guy who had just turned sixteen. He was pleasant enough and seemed to like me. Or he liked that I liked him. Whatever.
It was a double date. The other guy drove and paid more attention to me than my date did. I think we ordered pizza and watched a movie or television or something.
I don't remember a gosh-darn thing as far as the details. Except, of course, that it was on September 19th.
I didn't kiss him.
We did that a week later, on September 26, 1987.
It was boring. He was too clinical about it. ("Lick your lips before we start. Tilt your head to the right. Keep your eyes closed." Yes, he actually said each of these things.)
I was disappointed. I wanted fireworks. I got a barely burning candle wick.
It took a while for my love life to improve... almost a decade, really.
Happy anniversary, teenage self.
You've come a long way, baby.
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3 comments:
That's a depressing 1st kiss story. I think, maybe, do not make that one into a movie. Now I have to try and remember my first kiss. Hmmm, I'll have to think about it -- it stands to reason that if I have to consider it, then it most likely was also not a good first kiss story. Sad.
it would definitely make a good story/novel, though.
Jennifer & Szelsofa:
I definitely think that it could be turned into some kind of an amusing short story or poem. It definitely was an AWFUL first kiss. No spontaneity whatsoever. So clinical and boring.
Guess they can't always be magical!
Angelique
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