Sunday, July 26, 2009
I'm trying to remember my first kiss. I think it was in the first grade, a boy named Ryan. A quick little peck on the lips that probably disgusted us both. My second first kiss, the one that I actually remember (since the memory of my first kiss is really more of an idea than a memory), was in the 3rd grade, with Roy Singer. He was my "boyfriend" for at least a week. The 3rd longest relationship I've ever had. The second longest was shared with a Ryan Adams (not the Ryan Adams you're thinking of), and then the absolute longest, and final, of course, has been with Christopher. He makes my heart flutter like no other.
But why are we talking about first kisses??
Charlie, my darling boy, experienced his first kiss today. It was love at first sight. With her eyes closed like a sleeping beauty, he couldn't resist. Her pale plastic skin, her stylish pink vest and onesie combo... he got caught up in the moment. I won't give him too hard of a time for missing the target, because face it, we've all been there. Baby doll is one lucky gal.
Care to put on your jammies, put your hair in a side ponytail, and tell us the story of your first kiss?