It's Valentine's Day...do you remember your first kiss?

Hello all!

So, it's Valentine's Day.  Whatever.  But I was thinking, today, about how much the idea of love, falling in love, falling out of love, all that has affected and directed my life.

Then I got to thinking about first kisses, mostly because I'm working on "Fresh Ice," and in romance, the first kiss is a tremendously big deal.  That lead me to my very first kiss.  I'm not going to mention names, dates, or places, because thanks to Face book I'm still sort of in contact with my very first real boyfriend, but I can tell you this:

I was nauseous after my first kiss.

I was fourteen.  He was seventeen.  It was lunch, and we were talking  (and I think that was pretty much the last time I spent time with a boyfriend when we were seriously, legitimately JUST TALKING)  and suddenly he just laid it on me.  Bam.  And there was tongue.

I was really not NOT expecting that.

See, when they make a movie of my life,
I'd like these two people to play Hubby and me.

Nice approach...

When you're young, you see kisses on TV and in the movies, and it's usually some ridiculously handsome guy and an equally ridiculously good looking woman  (I always think of David James Elliott and Catherine Bell.  Seriously, those two should just be the kissing couple in every TV show and movie.)  and there's this first little kiss and then the kiss gets bigger and bigger. And the lighting is always perfect and there might be a mist of some kind, or candles.

And there we go!
Whew!  I need to go watch JAG on DVD now.

Well, when you're 14 and completely unaware, and your boyfriend is a very sweet guy, who is clearly more experienced than you are, you get a little tongue and then you get a little nauseous because you haven't a clue what exactly to do with that.

Bonus, I had gym right after, and it was baseball.  I hated baseball, which is why they put in way out in the outfield.  At least my very best friend was also there with me.  Not because she was terrible, but because she could seriously field a ball.  While we were standing there I told her about the kiss.  (a very John Hughes moment for me.)  She's not a girlie girl, so there wasn't a big hugging scene or anything like that.  But I remember just telling her, "He kissed me...and I feel a little sick to my stomach."

The kissing got better, of course, and that relationship lasted until my parents moved me to another town and another school.  (I doubt it had anything to do with the kissing, but whatever.)  I always think fondly of my first boyfriend, like most of us do.

So, friends on this high holy day on the Romance calendar, recall your first kiss.  Share, if you'd like to.