These are the tales of my first kiss with my significant other. The world is becoming common, and fairytales are a fragment of our imagination that we once knew in a time where media was not our natural teachers. Books were our technology and music was still sung with a story. My first kiss with my few lovers were all too bland, but one. I write the memory of these kisses with my own take on the magic and what a first kiss should be.
I was around seven years old. Curious of what the world was made up of and if the stories of true love's first kiss were real. The sun was out, the family was cooking out in the park and everyone around my age was playing. I had met this boy in the park, he was wandering by himself. I was playing hide seek when he tripped over me. As he tumbled down the hill I first yelled "ouch," then I started to laugh. Once I heard him moaning in pain, I ran over to him to help pick him up. He got up and asked "why did you trip me?" I quickly let go of him and crossed my arms. He slipped and fell again while I said "You tripped over me!" He got up and cleaned his hands off on his pants. "Why were you hiding in the bushes?" "why weren't you watching where you were going." I snapped back. He looked around and it made me look around too. "What are you looking for?" I asked. Then he kissed me right on the lips! I couldn't believe it and so I pushed him off after I recovered by the shock. "eeewww, why did you do that for?" I yelled as I rubbed my mouth off. " That's what my dad does when he makes my mom angry or sad," he replied confused. Seconds later I hear my cousin yell out "I found you!" That right there was how my first kiss was, a stranger had stolen it from me.
Years later I tried to remember of how the warmth of someone else's lips against mine felt like. It had been seven years since my first kiss. I had begun to start dating, but not ready to kiss. I really wondered how it felt and if I would even like it. The boy I was currently dating was my neighbor. We didn't go to the same school, but we saw each other almost every day. Every time when I played with my younger siblings on the yard, front or back, he was always out making eye contact with me. We wrote notes to each other and left them stuck between the gaps of the wooden fence. We developed a plan to spend alone time to meet at least for a few minutes. every night we would find things to throw away and take the trash out at the same time. There was a back alley where the trash was put out and picked up. As soon as I saw the time getting closer, my palms would get sweaty and my heart rate would rise. We met every night and spoke for a few minutes but not too long or our parents would start looking for us. One night he dropped the trash on the floor and I started to help him pick it up. As we were cleaning it up, we both leaned in and kissed. I started laughing because the smell of the trash was getting to me. We got up and said our goodbyes. Then I rushed in to wash my hands. When I was done washing up, I laid on my bed and replayed our first kiss over and over. That night I went to sleep with a smile on my face and woke up smiling.
Years later my family moved and I lost contact with that boy who I snuck out to meet. One of my friends invited me to a party and thats were we met. He and I locked eyes as I was entering the room. At first it was curiosity which made me wonder who this guy was. We exchanged numbers and began to talk to each other from that point on. On our first date he tried to kiss me, I said tried, because I looked away right before our lips met. The next date he tried again, and again he failed to kiss me. On the third date he attempted right away when I got in the car. I simply moved away and kissed him on the cheek. He looked a little sad, but not defeated. We went to see "anger management" that day. We got to the entrance and I went in front of him. The guy in charge of receiving the tickets looked at me and smiled. He then said "enjoy," as I walked ahead. I looked back and noticed the look on my boyfriends face. He puffed his chest out and walked straight passed me. I caught up to him and asked him what was wrong. He didn't answer me, but he grabbed my hand. We watched the movie and I began to reference a scene where the therapist pretends to french kiss the main characters girlfriend. The main character was first confused and then a rage explodes. I told my boyfriend that his reaction to the ticket guy was one step away from being similar. We were already outside of the theater and by a fountain that was in the front center. I was walking on the fountain when he tugged on me because he was trying to go back to tell off the guy. I was trying to stop him and so I pulled him back. As I was trying to pull him I slipped and almost fell into the fountain. Luckily he caught me in time. As he pulled me closer to him in his arms, he kissed me. This time I didn't prevent it because it was the way I was hoping for, romantic and unplanned.
I was in college and my high school sweetheart was no longer with me. It had been a long time since I was out in the dating field. I had met him through a friend. At first we flirted and joked a little. We always spent our breaks together studying and chatting online. People began to ask us if we were dating and we both kept responding no. We finally decided that maybe we should go on a date, but in secret because we didn't want to make things awkward with our friends. We drove to twin peaks and looked at the view for a few minutes and decided to take pictures of us trying to climb the wall. We saw a few teenagers making out and felt a little pressured by the ambiance. We hoped in the car and drove off towards the golden state bridge. while we were in the car we joked about how youth rushes to kiss the girl or boy, but never really know how to enjoy it until a few practices sessions. Then he reached out to hold my hand and kissed it while he was pulling into the parking lot. He made me blushed and I got off the car as soon as it stopped. I ran into the darkness while yelling "catch me." He ran after me and as I reached the edge I turned around to see if he was right behind me. He was fast, right before I completely turned around he already had his arms around my waist and kissed me. I placed my arms around him and kissed him back. It was as if the site was reserved for us, there was no one around. It was as I had imagined a first kiss should be, private and a nice outdoor setting.
We fell in love with each other through letters, the last letter I received said " I can't wait to see you!" He had returned from his training and I was anxious to kiss him, yet there was no kiss. instead we went home from his release station. He asked me to get ready for dinner, I wore my red dress I bought for this special occasion. I was still not done but he was already knocking at the door. He showed up with a bouquet of violet flowers, my birth flower, how thoughtful. He greeted me with a hug and introduced himself to my family. Then he asked for my mother's permission to take me out on a date. As we headed out he opened the front door and the car door. What a gentleman I thought to myself and I sniffed the flowers in my hand. He got inside the car and leaned over, which I thought was for a kiss, but It was because he was reaching for the glove compartment to put away his phone. We got to the restaurant where he walked me inside with my hand around his arm. After we had dinner and some wine, we walked back to the car. Then he suddenly stopped me and kissed me in the middle of the road. We must have kissed for a long time that a car honked at us to get out of the way. Wow, what a night of romance. After being separated for a long time he still took his time in making our first kiss memorable.
A turn of events changed the ways things played out in life. I found myself single again. I was with my sister at a local place that played music every weekend. I went out, ready to just have fun and get back out as I once did before. I heard this song I loved and just pulled a random stranger from the side to dance. It was as if I had pulled a fish from water. I was embarrassed for the guy, but I kept dancing so he wouldn't feel like such a stranger to the dance floor. As the song was ending I said thank you for the dance and walked away. shortly after, another guy had been paying attention to me the entire night. He asked for my hand and signaled me to the dance floor. I took his hand and pulled him to the dance floor. I thought to myself, " you want to dance, I'll show you how its done." Surprisingly, he knew the steps to the type of music that was playing. We danced for the rest of the night. Right before the place closed we headed back to where my sister and I had parked. He tried to pull me into a different direction and I hesitated because he was a stranger. I then compromised with him that i'll walk him to his car a say goodnight. Right before we reached his car, he started to walk extremely slow. I asked him, "what's wrong?" He looked at me and said "I don't want to say goodnight, maybe if I walk really slow we can spend more time together." I smiled and said "there will be other nights, don't you worry." He got really happy and hugged me. He lifted me off my feet and sat me on top of a random car. My phone started to ring and I knew that I really did have to go because it was my sister looking for me. As I jumped off he helped me down and I landed straight into his arms. It was there when he took the opportunity to kiss me. It was just as if I was back in the park. The strange boy who kissed me that day had found me at a different time and location. I didn't feel disgusted, but I did pull away and said goodnight. Our hands were still in contact until the distance was too great to stay in touch.
Time had passed since that magical night. He had gone as quickly as he came. I spent the rest of my days enjoying the blessing in my life and not thinking of when my next first kiss would be. But the thought began to linger because my family started to ask me when I planned to settle. My plans are never public and nor are my feelings regarding the situation, however, it was a topic which I did wonder myself. I decided to put myself out there, but also be cautious about it. I don't know if it was luck, coincidence or fate, but we came in contact with each other. We started off by writing to each other every now and then. Finally we exchanged number and began to talk. Talking lasted for hours and time knew no boundaries. Then when we finally met, it was as if we knew each other for a long time, just like our phone conversations, the day went by fast. We didn't plan for it to go by so fast but it did. After our dinner and the fun activities of the night we drove to a quiet place just off the shore. It was there that we stood outside and looked at the stars for the first time again. We both complimented the sky's natural beauty, and then still in his arms, he turned me to face him. He kissed me softly and with tenderness. I kissed him back with the same affection. A kiss beneath the stars was the icing on our date. Right before I went to sleep that night I thought about that kiss. The very first kiss in such a long time and it was amazing.
Diary, I don't spend too much time thinking about my first kiss with someone I really like or care deeply about. I think more about the time when I will receive my last kiss and hope that our life spent together is monumental for both of us. I know exactly what I want and where I want to be, but I am unsure of the details. That is up to fate, karma and the good nature in those I meet. I only hope for the best and nothing more.
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