A Kiss

When I was in Junior High I had to write a paper on Bedouin tribes and the text book said that the tribes didn't kiss. To them it looks like two people spitting in one anothers mouths. At the time I couldn't agree more. Except it look more like two people licking the insides of each others mouths. Gross!

As a child I was (and to some degree still am) your classic tomboy so I have always been a little behind on the whole boy girl thing. Kissing is no exception.
My fist kiss was in the 6th grade. We were playing dare at my dear friend Bianca's house. Initially I refused to play the game but eventually fell victim to peer pressure (thanks Bianca) So off I go into the closet with a boy named Jamie. Once the door closed and the light went off Jamie was all hands. I had no idea what to expect or what was happening so I panicked and hit him. He tried again and when he kissed me I bit him. I like to say it was an accident but in retrospect I realize I did it on purpose. I just didn't want to kiss him. I hadn't really discovered boys yet.

my next experience with kissing was no better his name was Richard and he was my first boyfriend. Once again a victim of peer pressure. I had just moved to Colton and by the end of the first week there he was asking me to be his girlfriend. Prior to that I wasn't into boys and they weren't into me so I had no idea what to do so I told him I would ask my mom and get back to him. (I know, I know, awkward...)
My mom said I could have a boyfriend so Richard and I started going out (which didn't actually mean going anywhere) The first couple of days were fine we just hung out but then one evening before I went home he did the long gaze thing (I had no clue what he was looking at) He licked his lips and started leaning in... I couldn't stop myself I just started laughing hysterically. I don't know why I thought it was so funny I just did. I guess he figured he should just go for it so he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I choked and fell off the chair trying to get away from his hard invasive tongue. All I could think off was eww... Why would anyone WANT to do that. So of course being as unaware as I was I asked him... "Why would anyone WANT to do that? It was too much. Do we have to do that again?" Of course he said "yes" because that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do... Needless to say I immediately began reevaluating the whole boyfriend thing. By the time we broke up (cause he cheated!) I was cool on kissing. I didn't have another boyfriend (or whatever we were) until 10th grade (that's when I discovered boys actually just one boy... Jason)

Jason had the softest lips ever! (Jason wouldn't be caught dead without his carmex) He always smelled like polo cologne and soap. The first time he kissed me he caught me off guard (smart guy) When I opened the door to let him in he reached in pulled me out and there it is. I was so caught up that actually got a little weak. I got those hot and cold flashes and I think the hair on the back of my neck actually rose. Even a year later he could make me weak in the knees with one kiss.

There were many highs and lows on the kissing front after Jason but I have to say Jason was always a favorite.

There is just something about a good kiss. A kiss that you can feel from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. That kiss that is so complete that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and the butterfly's start to flutter about in the pit of your stomach. The kind of lips that make you think about the person attached even when you know you shouldn't...

I am not big on making out but a good kiss is always a good thing.