On Monday, I blogged for the Never Surrender blogfest for Elana Johnson's new book, Surrender. Wow have you been around to some of those posts?? Such moving testaments of endurance. Definitely check them out if you can. My (very lighthearted) post is here, and you can get to the list of entrants from there.
Then on Tuesday, I posted my first fight for the First Fight/ First Kiss blogfest for Dani and Jackie. You can find that post here. But first, read on below for my first kiss ....
I mentioned on Tuesday that my first actual fight with someone other than my brothers was in 7th grade. Well, coincidentally, my first kiss happened the same year. But, uh, not with the same dude. That'd be funny, though, right?
Okay so my first kiss: I was 11 and this was way back in '85. I was into Prince and The Goonies and Madonna ... and my favorite outfit to wear was a pair of gray striped jeans and a matching denim vest, along with a bright red tee underneath. My hair was a mullet--parted in the middle and feathered on the sides, long in back. Oh and I had a pair of huge red plastic earrings that were numbers: a 1 in the right ear, and a 2 in the left ear. Oh yeah, I was pimping my style all over school, don't you know!
LOL! If I had my album handy I'd scan a pic and post it. I'll work on that, but for now, use your imagination for the sheer awesomeness of 11 year old PK.
Anyway, that was the hip thing back then, and I was workin' it. So, in 7th grade you don't really get serious with anyone, as you well know. It's all so new and the hormones are only just beginning to let you know they're working. My teacher in History class had recently moved me to another seat, right in front of a cute boy named Brian. After a few days of flirting back and forth, Brian asked me, just like this : "Will you go with me?"
Go where, right? Well if you're younger than 30 you may not know that was the lingo for "be my girlfriend." Yep, that was all it took. So I said "sure." And that was that. We were "going" together. lol
SO of course we talked on the phone at night (because we were boyfriend and girlfriend all of a sudden) and made our big plans to meet up at the skating rink. That's what we did back in the '80s in 7th grade. Every Friday night, if you were lucky, your parents would drop you off at the rink til about 11pm... but not to skate. We'd gotten too cool to skate, we'd just go to hangout.
So that Friday night I met Brian at the rink and we walked around and held hands til it was time to step outside. All the kids did it--at some point we'd get tired of being inside and walk the plaza where the rink was. It was a happening place for kids and there was an arcade at the next plaza over called Big Daddy's. (love that name) Of course we weren't allowed to walk from the rink to Big Daddy's at age 11, but we were all rebels and did it anyway. So as Brian and I were making our way to Big Daddy's, he stopped me at the crossover, shielded by a shrub, and we kissed. A real kiss with tongue.
I remember it perfectly because I remember thinking, "This is really gross, he tastes funky."
Then that was it. We didn't kiss again for the rest of the night, and quite honestly, that was fine by me. I just wasn't ready for all that spit swapping. lol (not til 8th grade came around anyway)
Sad to say, about 2 weeks later, Brian and I called it quits. You know, the big break up. And I don't think I ever even saw him again after 7th grade. But he will always have an awkward place in my memory as my first kiss. lol
Okay, your turn. How old were you when you had your first kiss?? And did you like it or not?