Friday, October 12, 2007
First Kisses
It occurred to me I have a place in my heart for Juliet - now I remember why. It's because we shared our (my) first kiss together. Someone had organized a Dean's Circle version of the Dating Game. I don't remember who picked whom, but Juliet and I ended up winning the dream date. We walked across the street, went behind some bushes and proceeded to make out. Admittedly it was a bit awkward, but then aren't all first kisses. Who was your first kiss?
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Ooooohhh you naughty boy! Some guys just kiss and tell.
Mine was with Amy, but dont tell anyone.
Alice may have been Japaneese but her kisses were all French.
Dave, your killing me man! I always wanted to kiss her, but she was my sisters friend. I even sent her poems when I was in the Army. You Stud man, you! God bless you! Any word on how Alice is doing these days? Any communications with her? Hope she is doing well.
You know Ric, after Alice dumped me and broke my heart, I luckily had the sympathy of her good friend Desi. Don't tell her brothers. Still working on finding Alice, got a few leads and getting closer. Apparently she knows where the Sicklers are.
Between you and I Dave, I will not inform Desi's brother. :)
Mine was Clay Copeland, at the end of our driveway one night when my parents were on a trip and we had the girl who let us paint the van staying with us. He put his fingers through my hoop earrings to hold my head...(sigh)
Wow - my first kiss was long before Dean's circle. Her name was Suzanne and it was first grade (West Park Elementary, but I suppose we'll have to start another blog for that).
She had no use for me but on one (glorious!) day, she would kiss me whenever I asked. The next day, it was back to business as usual.
Ric, you might remember her, we were in the same class together.
My first (and many more to follow) was with DRL, he was the first. DRL, remember asking Tori Watkins to teach us how to take our pecking to the next level? (I mean frenching?) Oh my, I do. . .
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