The First Kiss

There is something special about the first time your lips meet someone else's. Some people can wrestle those hormones and wait for the right time to smack one on a special person while others simply can't resist trying it out in a game of spin the bottle, truth or dare or seven minutes in heaven. My first kiss belongs to the "man" who promised me marriage and children at the mature age of five, back when babies were flown to you via stork. It may have been nothing more than a peck but it counted! Turns out I might not have been that great a kisser. Unfortunately, the next year he moved across the country ( a bit of a brutal move, I mean a simple "girls have cooties" would have sufficed). It was a let down after growing-up with the tales of princesses and prince charmings living happily ever after following that one magical kiss. Like any person with a broken hart, I resorted to ice cream, an evening of romantic movies (well only one, Cinderella, because I had to be in bed by 8) and venting with the girls. Frankly, it was a rather platonic relationship so needless to say I was over it pretty fast. Kissing was not that interesting, well at least not until the hormones kicked in.