Last edited by cacian; 08-20-2012 at 11:20 AM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
It was on Bourbon Street.
I was dating(first date) my friends sister and he went up the stairs of a bar to see if there were any strippers on stage that night (there wasn't any) and we kissed on the bottom of the stairs while he was up there.
I would have been 15, funny enough I remember listening (the three of us) to Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd on the way back to the Garden District where we lived and smoking sumpin in the car, and then we all decided to try some........and that was really crazy......then...(see Memoirs)
Still, it begs the question why my hubby made it so gross, because he had kissed many girls before (and I do mean many! At least, lets see, 10 and that's those he has told me about, including five Olgas (don't ask). At the point where this first kiss of ours happened, he was 27. I've always liked older men.
One has to laugh before being happy, because otherwise one risks to die before having laughed.
"Je crains [...] que l'âme ne se vide à ces passe-temps vains, et que le fin du fin ne soit la fin des fins." (Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac, Acte III, Scène VII)
Of course. To be honest, he's more like my "extremely close male companion and roomate," but "boyfriend" just raises fewer tedious questions.
No kidding, back in my day everyone had to practice on the back of their hand.
That's a good one, nice picturesque first kiss. I have a friend who's first kiss was when he was ten in a light rain, under an umbrella, in a garden in the English countryside with a shepherd's daughter. I could have sworn he was lying, but he's stuck to that story like glue for thirteen years now and his family really did go on vacation to England that year.
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Bourbon is whiskey right?
And are you saying that you your friend and his sister were haning round nude bars??
Decided to try smoking you mean?I would have been 15, funny enough I remember listening (the three of us) to Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd on the way back to the Garden District where we lived and smoking sumpin in the car, and then we all decided to try some........and that was really crazy......then...(see Memoirs)
Sorry I am not following what you mean.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
Heh heh. By the soccer goal. Gee when he slipped his tongue into my mouth it was like a snake went in there and I bolted home as fast as I could...ugh! So when I knew my next boyfriend was going to kiss me, I dumped him before it could happen.
Somehow, I managed to get into the swing of it and decided to turn it into an artform![]()
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
One has to laugh before being happy, because otherwise one risks to die before having laughed.
"Je crains [...] que l'âme ne se vide à ces passe-temps vains, et que le fin du fin ne soit la fin des fins." (Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac, Acte III, Scène VII)
First with a boy, I remember that we were watching Coronation Street on the CBC, so you understand we had to find something else to occupy ourselves during that awful show.
"If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia."
- Margaret Atwood
Last edited by tonywalt; 08-21-2012 at 10:40 AM.
She was blonde.
We were twelve.
The burdens of our 6th grade school day were released with the passion of lips briefly engaged in a 1960's made for TV style kiss as we stood on the steps heading home.
My buddies watched from a mere few inches, eyes gawking in amazement.
I'll never forget that kiss.
I carried her books home too.
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I was seven. I did not even like girls physically at that age but someone dared me to do it and so I did.
My first real kiss which took place when I was actually attracted to women physically was 12 or 13. It was a full out make out session with a girl a couple years older. I would've lost my virginity that night but I still wasn't ready for it.