First (real) kisses can be moments of bliss or awkward exchanges, but we remember them. In fact, Sheril Kirshenbaum, author of The Science of Kissing says people remember their first romantic kiss "more vividly than their first sexual encounter."
My first kiss was on a dare down a dirt road with some unsavory nickname that I can't remember now. The boy in question had told my friend I was "so pretty" during rehearsal for eighth grade graduation, and I became enamored with the idea of him that Summer. On a Saturday afternoon in early August, my friend called, "He's coming over." When I arrived, he and a friend were there, and they served me a Gatorade bottle with a generous pour of vodka and instructed me to shake. I drank it until I threw up, which didn't take very long. Late that night (let's say 10), we walked down the dirt road with the unsavory nickname, and my friend, the matchmaker, asked, "Well, are you guys going to do it?" So we did, and it was awful and weird and nothing like I expected. I mustered up absolutely no grace, pulled away, and said "I don't even want to do this," and walked away to kick a rock around.
That isn't the romantic or "tender" tale Kirshenbaum says people recall, but it was my first, and I really can't recall the second. Except to say that it was definitely with another boy.
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