Thursday, June 3, 2010

A Kiss Is Still A Kiss

circa 1993

I'd had a crush on Rebel since I was 12 or13 and though he was the smartest boy in school (he was 15 or maybe 16 in the 8th grade), he was definitely the cutest. I would go home and fantasize about being his girlfriend. One time, I even wrote his name - with GLUE, no less - into the speakers of a small radio in my house. Once I wiped it off, you couldn't see that it spelled anything and I was able to blame it on me dropping glue while doing a project. BACK TO THE STORY. One day, my English teacher sent me upstairs to pick up something from another teacher and on the way back downstairs, I ran into Rebel. Keep in mind, he'd never, EVER said a word to me. But he walked up to me...and kissed me. I was shocked but this was MY moment in time so I kissed him back. Then, he started trying to feel my butt. I got scared. "Why is he trying to touch my butt," I thought. So in true Catholic schoolgirl fashion (yes, I went to Catholic school), I pushed him away and ran back to my class. We carried on with our "never speak to each other thing." I never told any of my friends at the time about my FIRST KISS. Consider yourselves lucky.

circa 1998

The Rock and I had been friends for a few months at this point, with hours of conversation complete with sexual tension and him telling me things in a language I couldn't understand. During our winter break (remember we went to college together), he came over to my house so we could "hang." We stood on the wall next to each other - I was nervous as hell - and then he kissed me on the cheek in order to, or so I think, loosen me up. I gave him a tour and when we got to the bedroom, I looked in the mirror, noticed and noted to him that I thought he was short. "I'm not that short...look," was the reply and then he kissed me. This. Was. It. THIS was the meaning of a real First Kiss. *When we first kissed I was surprised to get...that feeling...the kind you don't wash away with soap* There was a lot going on in that moment but between that particular kiss and those that followed that day and the other days he came over during break, I was being taught by a Master. This sounds over the top, I know, but it is so true. Brothers should thank that man if they knew who he was (yes, that's me giving myself a pat on the back, lol).

And you? Give us a look at your First Kiss. OR, your first kiss with the best kisser you've had. Share!

Note: Anybody know what song that italicized line is from?

3 comments:

Redbonegirl97 said...

My first kiss on the lips was in kindergarten, yep I was a playa, lol. Anyways my first real kiss that actually took my breath away happened has happened twice in my lifetime. When I first started dating my kids Dad and he first kissed me. It was like time stood still. The last time was with my ex, and every time we kissed was an experience. I think it was the way he would hold me and nothing else mattered. Lawd, I need to get that back.

Peace, Love and Chocolate
Tiffany

TheMochaPeach said...

My First Kiss...
This totally bumpy faced kid on the BUS when I was 14 years old. AWFUL.

My BEST KISS...my wedding day. No matter what anyone says (or even if I get married again)...that will ALWAYS be the best kiss I've ever had :)

Kenda said...

This is a great post cause now you got me reminiscing!! The song is *if I'm not mistaken* Jill Scott's "Not Like Crazy." My first kiss was when I was 12. He went by Ty and was the most adorable chocolate colored boy I had ever laid eyes on. We had 7th period Earth Science together. Our teacher was old and nuts and put folks out everyday. Ty and I were passing notes so that day we were the ones put out. We were in the hallway, which was always very dark for some reason. I was standing on some boxes and he had his arms around my waist. I was nervous and excited cause I knew this was the moment. He leaned into me and his lips touched mine. He was kissing me and I was def kissing back. His lips were so soft. The moment was surreal. That was the first time we kissed but it would not be the last.

Now, the first kiss that I felt deep in my soul came when I was 15. I was in love with the boy next door and he with me. We attended the Underclassmen Prom. We were standing in front of my house, laughing about something silly. I said, "At least, it was beautiful," while still laughing. He responded, "As are you," while his hand turned my face towards his. And, then we were kissing. I felt sparks. And, I knew I wanted to kiss him forever and ever. Granted I was 15 so forever wasn't that long lol. So those are my kissing stories.