Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let’s kisse afresh, as when we first begun.
~Robert Herrick, “To Anthea (III)”
He was 13, and so was I. We were babies. I was tall, curvy, and built. I may have been 13, but I was 5 ‘ 6″ tall, long flaxen hair, blue eyes, and size DD breasts. He was short, dark haired, and a bad ass. His gorgeous eyes, I fell into on a regular basis. He always liked girls like me. Thick. I remember he took me home to meet his mother and she was convinced I was 18.
He thought I was fast, cuz I’d kissed a 16 year old boy before. I thought he was adorable. With his backwards baseball cap and smart mouth. I gave him his first French kiss. On Huron Parkway, just before he was about to walk home. I can’t remember if we ever kissed each other again. Or how our story ended. I remember that kiss though. And so does he.
How do I know he remembers? Because we found each other again. 31 years later. We chat from time to time and laugh about how cool we thought we were. Now we’re grown. Have kids of our own. And we pray to God that they don’t do half the crazy shit we did when we were growing up.
I have often thought of him. How life had turned out for him. It took a mutual friend contacting me on good old Facebook to get us reacquainted. She said, “you know, his mom still talks about you showing up at his house with him and her being convinced you were 18.” I laughed, and told her, “I’d completely forgotten about that.”
I will never forget that kiss though. He was a great kisser. Even at the age of 13, he was a great kisser.
I love this story.
Thank you. I love the fact that I found the boy that I gave his first French kiss to. He’s a grown up. Me too. But the first time I chatted with him on the phone, I swear I giggled like I was 13 again.
The memory of youth get better with time. Good to return to old memories. A very good story.
Thanks my love. It’s a great memory. I’m glad I found him too. It’s good to know that he’s still the same guy. In some ways I’m still that same girl.
People complain about facebook (me included) but it does have its upside, and gives this sweet tale a nice epilogue
Honey I like FB. It’s where I got my start as a writer. Funny, sad, silly and thought provoking status updates. That’s how this whole Rendezvous started. Thanks for the lovely comment sweetheart.
Im so not a facebooker, but what a cute story! 🙂
I’m on Facebook too much sometimes. I sure was glad I was on that day. It was so good to reconnect with him.
Lol…I bet it was great to reminisce! 😉
It sure was. 🙂
I was older 17 … he took me home after our first date where he had cooked for me and as we strolled under the streetlights he pulled me close and we kissed … long and deep and very sensuous. When he pulled away he asked me”where did you learn to do that?” … I just laughed, he never knew he was my first and I never saw him again after that lovely night as I moved a way a few days later
What a sweet, sad story. So much better than mine. Isn’t it funny how we remember that first kiss. It wasn’t mine but it was his. It was so much fun to find him and chat. We have so much catching up to do. As friends of course. It was so good to know he still thinks about our kiss. After 31 years, he still thinks about it.
i just think it’s a big step towards growing up
I do believe you are right!
I was 13 also when I first French kissed–but it was horrible. It felt although a horse’s tongue had plunged down my throat. I had to run away to vomit. I never French kissed again. My kisses are very light, short and sweet. What can I say–traumatized by that horse tongue. Yuck! But, your experience sounds delightful. 🙂
Oh honey I’m so sorry your’s was so traumatic. I love french kissing. It’s my favorite. Giggle. Well one of my favorites anyway. Try it again honey. You won’t be sorry.There is nothing in the world like a deep French kiss. A little suck on the tongue too. Ah bliss!
Oh yuck! LOL! I don’t know…I keep reliving that huge horse tongue…and 33 years! 😀
How about French Toast or French Fries? French Roast? I’m about to receive my new French coffee maker. I think you helped me reach an aha! moment–I’m compensating by “Frenching” through other means. Oh no! 😉
Hahahahaahahahha! Well honey any way you French has got to be good. I had to teach my Roger Darling the fine art of French kissing. He’s rather good at it now. Giggle.
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Haha! My first (stolen) kiss was when I was in Kindergarten! He cut my bangs, hid it inside his pocket and told me that he’ll keep it till he grows old because he loves me. hahaha. I still remember it! It was so sweet! I still wonder where he is now.
But my very REAL first kiss was when I was 17 with my first love and boyfriend. We dated a couple of times and he always took me home. He was a real gentleman. We weren’t still together then so I stopped myself from kissing him, but that didn’t stop me! haha! When he was about to leave, I went out of the house with him to say goodbye. I leaned forward, tipped my toes and wasn’t aware we were about to kiss! It was a “force of nature” I could not understand. The first kiss missed! He accidentally kissed my nose and I his chin! It was so silly that we laughed for more than five minutes! We then told ourselves that we should do it all over again. We kissed and it was unforgettable. His lips were irresistible. He taught me how to kiss. I’m 21 now, had a boyfriend after him but didn’t French kiss the guy. God. He was my first and “still” last kiss until now.
Oh honey what a great story! To kiss the nose and chin. Then laugh and do it right. How perfect is that. You should write your own story. It is so much better than mine. BTW I shared the story with the guy I kissed. He loved it. Giggle.
hahaha! The years I had with him were the most amazing times of my life! I think I haven’t fully moved on from the feeling but I am happy for him and his girl now. I will write my stories about him. It makes me smile when I remember him! 🙂
I loved this story. 🙂
Thanks honey. I loved telling it. And finding him again!
Whoa… hot!
Honey I was only 13. It can’t be that hot. Hahahhahahaha!
Hey, I was 13 once too. And the memory still is…
I have to say it was kinda cool talking to the guy again. It kinda made me wanna kiss him again. Giggle.
I believe the correct term is Giggidy 😉
Giggidy, giggidy. I see your a fan of Family Guy. ME TOO! Cuz I’m a 12 year old boy.
And American Dad. Watch that show!
Aw yeah. Love them both. Seriously I’m 12. I find that humor hysterical. Seth MacFarlane is a damn genius.
Best line, right now…
OMG I don’t know. Shut up Meg! That’s all I can think of right now. I think the funniest scene for me was when Peter breast fed Stewie.
Oh God, that was hilariously awfully gross! I got one, by Roger: “For your information, it’s not silly juice, it’s necessary juice!”
Bahahahahahhaah. That’s a good one too. You think Brian is such a train wreck but Roger is worse. I loved when Stan lost his legs and grew little tiny ones. Hilarious!!!
I was thinking about it and the best Family Guy episode is Star Wars. As for American Dad it has to be the two part episode when they lived in the Middle East. Made me laugh so hard I cried.
Wait, I got another one. It’s from the episode where Stan is trying to suck up to some Senator so he could get a promotion and has Roger impersonate his son: “Well, you told me to get in good with the Senators daughter and – middle, middle,middle – I sold her to some drug dealers.”
Bahahahaahahahahaaha! I like the future Stan one too. Where he comes back and he’s a droid with a Mexican/Jamaican/American accent. So damn funny.
“‘Eh bro, how about a handy-jay to cheer you up? Don’t look at my like that. It’s you man, it’s not gay!”