Dear 100 Hour Board,
It's been a while since anyone asked about first kisses. Will all the new writers please share their stories?
-My Name Here
Mine wasn't all too exciting, but here goes:
One Friday night, about a week after we were official, we went on a date to a volleyball game. After the game, neither of us were ready to call it a night, so we ended up going to a media room on the fourth floor of the library and watching Ghostbusters (not exactly a romantic film, but I regret nothing). We were pretty close during while we were watching it, and I was almost certain that if I turned my head he'd kiss me, but no way was I missing any of Ghostbusters, in case there's ever any doubt of where my priorities lie. Anyway, the library started closing at 11:45, so we danced our way out to the song "YMCA" before heading to my apartment to finish the movie. Well, finish it we did, and after watching the corresponding Studio C sketch, we finally decided it was probably best for both of us to go to bed, especially since he had a 40 minute walk home ahead of him (he has his faults, but I will always think it's sweet how he would walk me home to the opposite side of campus from where he lived after our dates). I stood up to give him a hug goodnight and FACE COMING TOWARD ME WHAT OH I GUESS WE'RE KISSING NOW. And then he left, sent a cute post-date text, I told my roommates, much happiness ensued, etc.
I was too tired to do much that night, but the next morning I wrote in my journal and called my mom and bought a carton of ice cream from the creamery for my roommates (I am very obedient to the roommate code, although I have never once received M&Ms or ice cream even though I have had many a roommate who has held hands with and kissed guys. Keep the roommate code, dear reader. /rant).
There you go! It's funny how it's never anything like you expect it to be. In some ways there really isn't any way to prepare for it. Except for going through the archives and looking up all the questions on kissing, like I did the day before all of this happened...
-the Goose Girl
My story isn't all that interesting. At work one day, my coworker introduced me to a guy who worked next door. He was cute. I ran into him later that evening, and we started talking. We had a repertoire going fairly quickly. We both flirted by joking and teasing, so we seemed pretty compatible.
As I was leaving that night, he told me to look him up on Facebook, clearly leaving the ball in my court. I waited until the next morning to avoid seeming too eager. But after that he quickly accepted me and messaged me shortly after. We chatted a bit, getting to know one another, then he asked me out for the following Saturday.
I was super nervous, as I hadn't been on a date in a very long time (years, now that I think about it). I had also never been on a date with a nonmember, so that made me slightly nervous as well. But I bought a cute outfit and everything. We met up at EPCOT around noon.
He held my hand about an hour into the date. The date itself lasted like nine more hours, and he got steadily more affectionate as time went on, kissing my cheek and hair and joking about how he would kiss me at the end of the evening.
After two theme parks, we were starving, so he drove us over to a strip mall and we had dinner.
After, we got in the car so he could drive me home. But there must have been an accident or something, because there was a huge line to leave the parking lot and it didn't move for like twenty minutes. So we did a lot of talking.
He knew I was a Mormon, so he asked me about sex (not asking to have it, to clarify, just asking what I believed about it). I told him I was waiting until marriage, and even told him that I'd never kissed anyone before. He was slightly incredulous, but very polite. He asked if he could kiss me, and I said something stupid like "I'm not that repressed."
So he kissed me, and it was very nice. After a second he pulled away and asked, "So what do you think?" I laughed a bit and assured him I had enjoyed it. Over the course of the ten minute drive to my apartment, we kissed a few more times. He dropped me off, and said sweetly, "I like kissing you." I melted a little bit inside, and wished him good night with a kiss. We set another date for Monday.
Now that I think about it, I have a hard time imagining a better first kiss.
It wasn't too long ago. I had been a VL for almost 22 years. My girlfriend went to Peru for a couple weeks and when she got back we talked about how much we missed each other and all of that jazz. She claimed that she missed me more, and I certainly wasn't about to be outdone so I told her that I thought I had missed her more. Later that night I was texting her and she asked if I wanted to bet about who missed the other more, and she put me in charge of what we were betting. I said "I was going to say first kiss, but I don't think you're ready for that". She then went on to reassure me that she was ready and willing.
Fast forward three days later and we had been together for the majority of the day. She was at my house and everyone in my house went to bed. We talked for a while and then she told me that she really ought to go home. I walked her out to her car and we both just knew that the time was right. We kissed next to her car, and it was great! I was super worried that because I had never kissed anyone before that I would be a TERRIBLE kisser, and before she went to sleep that night she sent me a cute text telling me that it was her "best kiss ever".
To all those VL's out there: Don't worry about your first kiss, when it happens it will happen. You'll love it and you'll get better at it as time goes on.
-Sunday Night Banter
Prepare yourself. This is gonna be bad.
For the record, I still have never had my first kiss. I mean...if it's not mutual, I'm not going to count it.
You see where this is going.
Okay, I was already in college. There had been no dating scene at my high school (man, people still acted like the other sex had cooties), so I legitimately had no idea what I was doing. Hence, I had been going on sporadic dates with this one guy, but had shied away from anything even remotely "official". All in all, I was doing a terrible job at working through and communicating my feelings. Over Christmas break, I'd decided to go on a mission and the relationship wasn't part of that plan. BUT, being the terrible communicator I was, I hadn't had the "chance" to tell him all of this. When he invited me to go to a BYU basketball game with some mutual friends, I thought, "Okay, after the game, I'll tell him."
Now you're really seeing where this is going.
At the basketball game, I ended up sitting between him and his best friend. My best friend and another friend are sitting right behind us. We have great seats, and we're all having a good time, until...
The Kiss Cam.
Oh, yes. Oh, yes, indeed.
I sort of panic inside. But really, what are the chances we'll get on the kiss cam? I'm one person in a sea of faces. No sooner had the thought entered my head, I see myself plastered up on the screen. And not with the guy I was pseudo-dating. Oh no, I'm up there with his best friend.
We just look at each other in shock. Oh, heck no! I can't just kiss the best friend of the guy I'm gonna break up with. And he can't kiss the girl his best friend has been dating. So here we are staring at each other, dumbfounded, in front of 20,000 people. The best friend says something to me that I don't hear. I'm in the middle of asking, "What?" when I'm yanked out of the camera's view. And the guy I'm planning on breaking up with in an hour plants one right on my mouth. Man, I wish I had a picture of the look on my face. And my best friend's face. That was classic.
It only lasted a second and I was stunned and embarrassed the rest of the game. I don't think it worked out the way this guy had hoped either.
I did break things off with him later that night. The weird part of the story is that my best friend also had her first kiss later that night (don't worry, with another guy!). Hers was voluntary, though, and she actually started dating the guy. Crazy.
Since that was a couple years ago, I'd hoped to have gotten better at this whole dating thing. But recent events are proving otherwise. Oh, the woes of the throes of dating!
The Lone (as always!) Musketeer
P.S. I've probably given away my entire identity with this. But you all know I can't resist telling an awkward story.
The Person: I had recently found out that one of my friends liked me. I was completely blindsided by this, because he had hidden it really well, but after a week of awkwardly avoiding him I decided I liked him, too.
The Setting: One day this guy asked me to go on a walk. We went to a beautiful area of the city and were just walking around. It was drizzling slightly, there was a fountain going off, and the Capitol building was lit up in the background.
The Buildup: We stopped under a tree and were talking, when he got The Look. Everyone always talks about the look a guy gets before he's going to kiss you, but I didn't think it was a real thing. So when I saw it on his face I came to the abrupt realization that it is in fact a real thing, and that he was about to kiss me. He started leaning in and I started freaking out. My thoughts went like this, "Wow, The Look is a real thing. Aaaah, he's going to kiss me, I don't even know how to kiss, what am I doing? Oh no, I forgot to brush my teeth after dinner! What's wrong with me? Oh, OK, his face is really close. Do I lean in, too? Oh wait, we're kissing now."
The Kiss: I don't know what I was expecting kissing to feel like, but I was surprised by how it actually felt. My eyes flew open in shock, and immediately "Grenade" by Bruno Mars started playing in my head, because there's a line in there about kissing with your eyes open. The kiss itself didn't last for very long, but the whole time I stood there with my arms straight down at my sides, a look of terror on my face, and "Grenade" running through my head. (For the record, I don't even like that song.)
The Aftermath: I thought kissing was weird and I didn't like it at first. I was also terrified that I was a horrible kisser and this guy would judge me hardcore for it. So, I did everything in my power to avoid kissing him. When we ended our walk and went back to our respective homes, I started freaking out again when we were about a block away from where I lived, because I knew there was going to be a doorstep scene. And indeed there was. We got to my door and he turned to face me and gave me The Look again. As he leaned in I made a face and leaned away. He asked what was wrong, and I said something like, "I just don't want to kiss you because what if I'm a really bad kisser?" He replied, "Well, probably it would help if you didn't make a disgusted face." I conceded that he was right, but told him I still didn't want to kiss him then. He respected my wishes, and then I avoided him again for another week.
The Summary: The setting was incredibly gorgeous, and I was incredibly awkward.
The Good News: Eventually I got over my fear of kissing.
Dear No Name,
I was five and in kindergarten. I thought I was so grown up because I was in school and for whatever reason, in my five-year-old mind, that meant I needed to have a girlfriend. So I found one. We would hold hands in the hall, and then one day in class she kissed me. The teacher never talked to me about it, but mentioned something to my parents who had a talk with me about not holding hands in the hall anymore and that I could hold hands and kiss when I got older.
There were a couple things wrong with my first kiss:
- I was having a massive panic attack (like, a real one. Not just an exaggeration for freaking out) because I wanted to break up with the guy, but I couldn't because of reasons. This panic attack also happened the night before and it was so bad I had to go home.
- Huey Lewis and the News' "Power of Love" was playing to set the mood.
- It was in a car.
- It started with a really long, awkward hug-ish-kind-of-thing. Seriously. It lasted for like 2 minutes.
- While in this side hug, the guy just turned his head so his mouth would be on mine. Except.
- He missed.
- With his mouth open.
- So I had slobber all over my face.
- His slobber.
- He then proceeded to try and make out with me. Tongue and all.
- This was the first time either of us had kissed anyone.
I'm having the beginnings of a panic attack just thinking about this, so I'm going to stop. Suffice to say it was probably one of the most awkward and traumatizing experiences of my life.
I'm kissing someone much better now. ;)