- Joined
- Aug 22, 2014
My first kiss was a sort-of blind date -we were bookish Catholic kids, so neither of us had much idea of how to proceed. Mutual friends -two years our senior- introduced us and acted as chaperons. We walked around lower Manhattan in late spring, mostly talking about fantasy novels.
Though the older friends were through with that sort of thing, she and I were young enough that truth-or-dare was an acceptable way to kill time, and after a few rounds of priming us with softball dares and embarrassing truths, I was dared to kiss her. So we stood about six inches apart, and we kissed. I had enough sense to not push my luck (read: tongue) but our eyes were open the entire time -she has wide, expressive eyes. I remember it as a very nice kiss, even though I was red as a lobster afterwards.
We dated for a year. She got married some time in 2013 and is expecting her first baby in April.
Though the older friends were through with that sort of thing, she and I were young enough that truth-or-dare was an acceptable way to kill time, and after a few rounds of priming us with softball dares and embarrassing truths, I was dared to kiss her. So we stood about six inches apart, and we kissed. I had enough sense to not push my luck (read: tongue) but our eyes were open the entire time -she has wide, expressive eyes. I remember it as a very nice kiss, even though I was red as a lobster afterwards.
We dated for a year. She got married some time in 2013 and is expecting her first baby in April.