I had my first kiss in 2005, on the day of high school graduation (well, actually, the night immediately following). There was this boy I liked; we had held hands a few weeks before, while riding on a yellow school bus on the way back from a choir competition. So dreamy.
So, graduation night. He picked me up at my house and we went for a drive. I calculated things oh-so-perfectly. See, I knew this one spot a few miles from my house, where a lone tree was growing on the edge of a hayfield, and I had long since decided that it would be the perfect spot for a first kiss. I casually directed him there. We hung out and talked-talked-talked for several hours. This was in the days when not all teenagers had cell phones, and neither of us had one, so we felt blessedly cut off from everything. I was supposed to be at the Grad Night festivities by this time, so we eventually decided to take off. But there, somewhere close to midnight, under the stars and the branches in an isolated hayfield, we each had ourselves a small helping of first kiss. Oo la la.
Oo. La. La.
As first kisses tend to be, it wasn't entirely smooth or entirely good. It was the first for both of us, after all, and we had no idea what we were doing. Still, I'd crossed that particular threshold, and we had ourselves a pathetic but highly-emotional summer romance that ended a few weeks before I left for college. Not a forever kind of love, to be sure, but it still stands as the best first kiss story I've had (duh) and the best I've heard.
But hey, don't let me have all the glory. What do you remember about your first kiss?
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