Now that stupid song is in my head....

My First Kiss went a little like this…

I was…say about 15 and a half? When IT happened (not THAT “it”, the innocent “It”) and yes, I do regret it and no not because of my age (I see 8 years olds with tablets and 12 years olds making out in the movies…keep your judgments to yourself!) but because of the guy…and the circumstances… and the way he kissed me.

Here’s the gossipy part stalkettes you can put your reading glasses on…

So who was he? A friend of mine. Let me sound totally Indian and give you the list, He was my mother’s friends son who incidentally lived in the complex next to our old house. So my parents, being the wild young things they act like, used 2 have a “mini-party” every Friday or Saturday night. Our house was the biggest on the block (even though we were just renting) and so everyone that knew us would come to “The White House” to have a good time. All the adults, drinking and swapping gossip while all the kids would play hide and seek (I NEVER got caught…it pays to climb on roofs, eh? =P) playing cards, board games, etc.  or just listening and laughing at the stories the old people told. Now it was Saturday the 18^th of July when Nash (I won’t give you his full name because just now you’ll go stalk HIM) told me that he “liked” me. I mean fair enough we were friends but we weren’t even close…and he was 17 so I didn’t get it but I said nothing. As the night wore on the old people got drunk and, as they usually do, started offering us drink…And to my surprise he took it (OO.) the tipsier he got the more he’d try to get me alone and kiss me. Now I was shy, nervous and I didn’t know if I really wanted to kiss him…But eventually I gave in and I ended up having my first kiss on the staircase of that house. One of the worst decisions of my life…

Now it’s said when you kiss a person, or even hold a person you’ll know if it’s meant to be or not…that? That was NEVER meant to be. I don’t know whether it was because he was tipsy or because I didn’t like him that way but it sucked. And he literally sucked. Have you seen the way a washing machine spins and all that while it’s washing clothes? Yea he was trying to do something like that with his tongue and me, being the clever girl I like to think I am, immediately shut my mouth and pushed him away. Of course that meant I had his saliva on my lips but hey, rather on my lips that in my mouth…I’m feeling sick remembering it (Excuse me while I opgooi in the corner…)

My first kiss wasn’t exactly ideal…but that’s the past now. As you can guess, ever since that ordeal I never really kissed anyone (You can’t count the aunties at functions who “looked after you when you were a baby” or “haven’t seen you sins you were small” or whatever excuse they give because you’re literally forced to kiss them…and they have no shame they wanna kiss you on the lips and even if you try the cheek they’ll still turn their head! =O but anyway…)

But forgetting about that, there’s only one person I wanna kiss right now… =)