When I was 17, I think, I was riding shotgun in a car with a group of church friends either driving to or from a church activity in another town. As I was sitting there with my right arm resting on the arm rest, I felt a girl’s hand slip into my right hand. The girl–who I’ll call Eliza–who was sitting behind me had reached her hand forward through the opening between the door and the seat to caress my hand.
That was an extremely gutsy move on her part, I thought. But it was perfectly fine with me. She was tall and slender and cute with short, blonde hair, and I certainly liked her. So we started going out together. She was at least a year older than I was, and I was very inexperienced with girls, so going out with Eliza was a great learning experience for me.
I don’t recall how long we went out, but it wasn’t very long; maybe a month or two or three. As it turned out, she had recently broken up with her boyfriend and I was just her rebound guy. My role was simply to be someoone to have fun with and take her mind off of her break-up, but she wasn’t interested in me for the long haul. Which was just as well, as I still had college and a mission ahead of me.
I still remember the night when she broke up with me, euphemistically saying she wanted to “slow things down.” I have to admit that I didn’t see it coming, and in the moment I was disappointed, although upon reflection I realized it was just as well. Apart from being Mormon and being in mutual lust with each other, we really didn’t have much in common.
Anyway, I guess as a parting gift, she kissed me goodnight. We hadn’t kissed before, and I had never kissed a girl before that night. I’ve got to give her props–it was a sensational kiss. She really knew what she was doing. It was as wonderful a first kiss as I ever could have hoped for. I still remember driving home that night–even though we had just broken up, it literally felt like the car was flying about five feet off the ground. I knew that I had experienced a major landmark in my young life–my first kiss. And it was a good one, even though it came in the context of another landmark–my first break-up. But since this was all so new to me, I wasn’t at all traumatized by the break-up; I just absorbed it as a life experience.
OK, I went first, now it’s your turn. Tell us about your first kiss.