So, last week, I watched as a boy and a girl had a little encounter. The boy put his arm around the girl, and you could tell, she immediately got tense. She stopped and removed his arm from her, and started talking to him (or yelling possibly..I couldn't tell). The boy then proceded to KISS HER smack on the mouth. And she stopped again. Looked at him mortified, and then turned and began running towards her house. He just stood there, looking completely devastated. True story.
That got me thinking about MY first kiss. I was about their age too. At the time it happened, I felt SO OLD. Now, I see those two young kids..and think nooooooo don't do it! Don't kiss and grow up! Stay innocent forever.
Yikes. You know you're gettin' old when you start thinking things like that.
So..for your reading enjoyment..a little glimpse into MY FIRST KISS (sorry Mom & Dad).
Yup. This is me in 6th grade. Ain't my scrunchie the bomb? :)
We thought we were SUPER DUPER CUTE with our cheerleading outfits on. Ha. That was my best friend, Telisa (sorry T, don't kill me for this pic)...who has 3 kids of her own now..yikes...we are so old! And that other awesome lady was my fave teacher ever, Miss Kennedy. Loved her.
In 6th grade, I had two main concerns. One was obsessing over going to middle school the next year. I'm pretty sure I only did great in school because I knew you had to get through 6th to make it to 7th (where all the cute boys were).
Oh does that help you figure out what number two is? You guessed it. BOYS, of course. Boys boys boys. Man alive I was boy-crazy!!
Well, all the "popular kids" had boyfriends/girlfriends. Everyone was "going out" with someone. Not me. I wanted to keep my options open. Ya know, live it up in 6th grade and all that! Hehe.
That is, until my friend told me that someone (we will call him Austin to protect the poor guy) liked me. Austin was pretty cute, and pretty popular. So, we started "going out."
What did going out consist of? Pretty much nothing. All of us couples just hung out at the jungle gym during recess. The boys all talked and punched each other and the girls all giggled and laughed with each other. Occasionally, a more SERIOUS couple, would break off somewhere and go hold hands..or make out.
Austin & I had done neither. Which was fine by me. I wasn't really looking for anything but to hang out with the cool people (sad...but true), Well, everyone kept pressuring Austin & I to hold hands. So, I did. We held hands (GASP!)!! I didn't like it at all..and my face turned bright red every. single. time.
I thought that was plenty, but nope..the others kept egging more & more. They would call me after school (with Austin on the other line, unbeknownst to me) and say "Why won't you kiss him? He wants to kiss YOU" and "Just kiss him already!!") Things I thought were super convincing at the time. Ha.
So one day, after school, I had had enough. I just wanted to get it OVER WITH. Really romantic, I know. After the bell rang, all the 6th grade kids and some stragglers from younger grades, gathered around a brick wall behind the school. I walked out and saw everyone gathered around Austin. I had to walk through all my friends just to get to him. Then, we just stood there looking at each other. With everyone looking at us, yelling/chanting/screaming at us to "just do it"! Awkward much?
He was leaning up against the wall, but wouldn't make the move. So I put my big girl panties on, and just went for it. I pretty much lunged at him and started making out with him. Everyone was cheering and clapping like crazy hyenas. I was mortified. I pulled away and before anyone (especially Austin) could say anything to me, I ran.
I ran to the bus, sat in the very back, and wanted so bad to cry. But I held it in. I was embarrassed, humiliated and most of all..terrified. Terrified that I would never live that moment down. Ever. (And I didn't. My friends constantly brought it up pretty much until I graduated High School. Good times).
That next week, Austin called me on the phone & broke up with me. Two days before V-Day. Yup. It was awesome. He said it was because it was too much pressure with everyone telling us what to do all the time. But I pretty much thought it was because I must have been the worse kisser ever.
I think I spent the majority of middle school and high school trying to make up for that one kiss. Trying to prove I was awesome at that kissing stuff (again...sad but true).
It was an experience I will never forget. I'm just glad I got over it (even if my friends never did). Otherwise I could be in a convent somewhere. ;)