What age did you have your first kiss?
Was it love or anything but?
I was reading a post recently about a first kiss.
(I have tried and failed to find the blog to credit),
and since then I have found myself reminiscing.
I was a young eleven year old,
when playing hide and seek at a party,
the geekiest boy in the world,
made for my great hiding place under the table.
Despite me hissing at him,
and spreading myself out to leave no room,
he ignored my body language and barged in.
As we sat there listening to the sounds,
of all the others being caught,
I became aware of his proximity to me.
I looked over at him to hiss once more,
and that is when I felt it.
Like a wet sponge or a large dog licking,
he made a dive for my face,
and in hindsight I realised I had had my first kiss!.
The memory to this day has not faded.
I flew out of that hiding place,
and happily lost my game of hide and seek.
Kissing was off the menu for me.
Then many years later came loves first kiss.
As some of you know,
I was holidaying in Cyprus when I met my husband.
Myself and six trainee nurses.
He had caught my eye.
Sadly for all the wrong reasons.
He and his milky white skinned brother,
were to be seen most days,
with a million bottles of sun cream around them.
Factor 60 for the face, 30 for their legs,
and sun block for those translucent feet.
Then after all that suncreaming,
they sat in the shade, just in case they got sunburn!
However as days passed,
we exchanged glances and the odd conversation.
I began to orchestrate “bumping into him”.
The cool, I don’t run after men, Tric,
was quietly stalking him.
Chemistry causing my heart to beat faster.
Eventually he plucked up the courage,
and one night he asked me out.
We headed off together,
I sitting on the back of a moped.
However as I said he was different,
so on this our first date,
his brother came too!
We had a great night,
and eventually ditched his brother.
The night was drawing to an end,
and both of us were quieting,
the air between us electric,
as we anticipated our first kiss.
And just like that it happened.
Almost immediately I felt it.
“True love” you say,
Within seconds my recently eaten dodgy dinner,
came back to haunt me.
Now when I say “came back”,
that is exactly what I mean.
I broke loose and ran.
Shouting “don’t come after me please”.
I made it around the corner,
and lost my dinner.
I was horrified.
Casually I returned to my date,
and did not refer to what had happened,
only saying “I think I better go back to the girls”.
He drove me back,
and with barely a “Goodnight”,
I left him.
Thankfully he did decide to come back the next day,
and the rest as they say is history!