So Kiss Me

I've been thinking a lot lately about first kisses.

Mine, to be specific.

If I'm perfectly honest, first kisses that morphed into first make out sessions have been lost in the recesses of my mind somewhere. I couldn't tell you what my first kiss with Smith was like and that's too bad. Ok yes, I've now just admitted that our first kiss was a make out session.) The first kisses that stand out in my memory are the ones that were just that. A kiss.

I have two first kisses that stick in my memory more so than others.

One was with my first serious boyfriend, the one I had my "other" first with.

It was back in first year university and I'd had a crush on this guy for a while. One night, a few weeks into our attempts at flirting (or whatever it is you do when you're young and ignorant innocent) we were all heading back to our residences and were hanging outside my building. Someone started talking about finding the right person and this guy mentioned how he'd heard people say you had to kiss a lot of frogs before you found your prince.

I looked over at him and he was sitting on top of a garbage can and something about the light, he just looked so vulnerable and like he figured he wasn't anybody's prince, more like an ugly frog. And I leaned over and mumbled something about how he looked like a prince to me and I kissed him. It was really sweet.

The next first kiss I remember very well is my first kiss with DD. This one currently resides in my mind as my best first kiss.*

DD and I had met for our first date and he was walking me back to my car after.

I got to my car and unlocked it and thanked him for the date. (We'd met for drinks and then played pool until late in the morning) I leaned in and gave him a hug (and possibly a kiss on the cheek, I forget) and opened my car door.

I had it all the way open when DD reached out and gently closed the door before I could get in. Then he leaned forward and gave me the most beautiful, delicate kiss. It lasted just long enough for me to feel a little bit dizzy.

He pulled away and I just kind of stared at him and he said "there, that's better" and he opened my car door, helped me in and told me he'd call me tomorrow.

Dude.

The words are escaping me to describe these moments well. Both were incredibly romantic and powerful and meaningful and I enjoyed them immensely.

With my first boyfriend it was all about the moment.

With DD, it was all about how smooth he was.

Smooth, gentlemen, is something you either have or you don't. And if you don't have it? Don't try.

Sincere will always go over well, so mean it.

I don't think a first kiss should be over thought (right, good luck with that, eh? As if we're not all thinking about this from the get go...), but I do think it should be special.

In a perfect world, I think a first kiss should stand alone.

I like first kisses that just happen.

And, I think there's a difference between a first kiss that's all about hope and potential and what's to come v/s a first kiss that's all about lust and sex and good-god-how-quickly-can-we-get-into-bed already?

First kisses should be about a promise and a beginning of something.

First kisses should be something you both remember.


Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me 

What's your best first kiss story?




*Yes Mister Perfect, another challenge for you.