Tall, Dark & Handsome
His name was Goose, that is what his teammates called him. He was tall, lanky and had the muscles of a budding varsity basketball star. He was super cute and he was my very first boyfriend.
Sigh
We didn’t date very long. I mean if you can call what you do in Jr High dating. But for eight short weeks he’d carry my books, walk me to the bus stop, give me the eyes at lunch and sweaty hugs after basketball practice.
Fancy Meeting You Here
I don’t remember why (most likely leaving the principals office) but I was walking the halls between classes. I ran into Goose and he offered to walk me to my next class.
Location, Location, Location
The Arts building housed the choir, the band and the yearbook geeks. He opened the door and I was assaulted by the smell of old sheet music and band uniforms. In perfect co-ed form I leaned backed against the wall and he placed his hand above my head to lean down so we could talk.
Bells & Whistles
The bell was about to ring. He was leaving and I was now standing by my classroom. He comes up behind me, says my name and spins me around so that I am facing him. He then cups my face in his hands and then delivers the softest, sweetest kiss my fifteen year old mind could comprehend. It was like an ABC After School Special, wrapped in a Seventeen magazine pictorial with a splash of Bogey and McCall complete with the involuntary leg pop!
*SWOON*
I just told you mine. Now why don’t you tell me yours!
XoXo,
Tex
Ok, seriously? Your life is like a freaking romantic movie! My first kiss sucked mucho ass!!! Girl it was all sloppy & messy…ick. Then I tried kissing him again two years later & the same result. Thank GOD I have my husband to kiss forever – his are NOM.
My first kiss is in the Napa State Hospital for committing my hometown’s first murder in thirteen years. I think I like your story better.
Hey its cool and very romantic. Hmm for me didnt find anyone so charming to kiss yet
cheers!
AJ: Ha! I WISH! But I have to admit that I have had bits of ROmance and YOU are the one with the husband! Lucky duck.
Motor: There sounds like there is a story there! Heading to YOUR blog now!
AMY: Looking is half the fun!
I’m posting about my first kiss either later today or tomorrow.
Tex, I’ve been trying to write the story for six months; your blog gave me the first line. Thanks.
Curvy, please tell me I am not the only one who stalks your blog for updates! LOL
Motor, Sweet! And it’s so much better than “it was the best of times…it was the worse of times”
Awww, how sweet! My story is lame lame lame. Not even a story, really. It just happened, and was NOT even exciting. Blah.
I think I’m gonna use yours from now on, lol.
So my first kiss was at 14 on a cruise ship with an Italian bus boy. I have no idea how old he was but am pretty sure he was at least 21.
It was very romantic until he asked me to go to his room with him. I didn’t know how to say no, so I told him my age and ha ha, he quickly went away.