I've been single; I've been married; and I've been divorced. I've been a good girl who made bad choices, and I've been a bad girl who made good choices. That's what this blog is all about.
Monday, June 3, 2013
A Kiss Is Just A Kiss
Just a little kiss between friends. That's fine.
I remember my first non-family kiss when I was about 10 years old. A boy kissed me on the lips. I was pretty much unmoved by the kiss. In fact, I thought it rather a strange thing for him to do.
When I was 13, I had a boyfriend who was 16, soon to be 17. Jim had his own car and was going to be a senior at the high school I would attend in the fall as a freshman.
Jim was a tall blond guy and most of the girls I knew were crazy about him. He had an easy manner and won over my mother almost immediately. When he asked her if he could take me to the movies, she said yes. However, her caveat was that we had to walk to the movies as she didn't want me in a car with a boy. Actually, I think my mother was so delighted that I had stopped being a total tomboy that she would have agreed to letting me date any male no matter what his age.
I thought the guy was okay, but I wasn't enchanted all that much. Jim was about 6'4" tall and since I was 5'3", I thought we looked sort of stupid together. As we walked down the street toward the movie theater, Jim told me he had parked his car around the corner and we could take it and Mom would never know. I told him no. Either we walked or I would just go back home. (I didn't lie to my mother. Okay, yeah, I lied to her but I didn't want to get in the car with this guy.)
We watched the movie and he tried to hold hands during it. Our hands were sticky from popcorn and it was gross. We walked back to my house after the show and talked and laughed a little. I really wasn't sure what the hell he wanted from me. I was about to find out.
Jim came up on the front porch with me and I got my key out. All at once he bent over almost in half and kissed me! No big deal, right? Excuse me! Big fat deal. The guy stuck his tongue in my mouth. I was paralyzed with horror and disgust! Excuse me? I mean, I knew about how babies came to be and all, but nobody had warned me that guys like to stick their tongues in girl's mouths!
Jim was my boyfriend for the next year. He drove me to school and home from school every day and bought me lunch too. That made him a pretty good boyfriend. Of course, we did get to go out in his car eventually and he spent most evenings just trying to get me to "park" somewhere with him. I really had no interest in French kissing and getting my boobs felt, (not with him anyway).
I was madly in love with Jim's best friend, Gene. Gene could stick his tongue in my mouth any time he wanted. Alas, it was not to be.
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