Somebody Kiss Me…Please.
Two lips meet and electricity — or revulsion — races to body parts.
I’ve never been one to experience a mediocre kiss. Though I’ve given and received plenty, my reaction has never been indifference.
As with most young girls that first kiss was an object of much anticipation and angst.
For practice, I found pressing my lips onto the back of my hand a bit more pleasing than slamming my face into a pillow-sham. Though cradling the pillow added an element of reality to the rehearsal.
And I rehearsed.
Not obsessively. But enough to be ready, anytime, anywhere should a natural disaster shake the halls of Winter Park High catapulting me into the arms of Stuart Big, popular senior person most likely wearing a Wildcat football jersey at moment of impact.
I thought it best to stay on high alert, rolling Bonnie Bell gloss across my lips all day long. I wanted to be ready. Like for the Rapture.
This was to be a religious experience. Right?
Finally, I reached the age that I could drive off into the cover of night unchaperoned with a boy.
Fifteen.
Practically geriatric to have never swapped-spit straight-up with a foreign surface other than cotton.
It was going to happen that night. I was determined.
Seems so was he and when the moment came on a park bench in front of a towering, tilting lighted Christmas tree…it was horrible.
Or he was horrible.
Novice that I was – I knew tongue, drool and mashing of bone and tooth enamel was not the way it could be. Or should be.
Given time, I could have rebuilt him.
Sculpted his kissing prowess into something he could be proud of and I could tolerate.
But I was fifteen.
We were much better friends.
I don’t kiss many friends.
Not anymore, anyway.
ha. i had a few of these instances myself 🙂 is it bad that i still steal my daughter’s bonnie bell?!?
ahh memories of bonnie bell….
Mashing of bone and tooth enamel…ha! Love that. Great post. BTW, I graduated from SMU, as well…class of ’92!
Go Ponies. I’m a bit older. And I was a Theta. I loved those years and Texas will always have a special part deep in my heart.
Sweet friend it is late and I am having a glass of wine and cannot stop LAUGHING!!! Remind me to ask you what was behind this particular blog…can’t wait to hear. I just loved it.
Oh yes…Bonnie bell!
Bahaha. My first kiss was wretched too. Oh my it was horrible. We were both so terribe that we had a suspension bridge of spit between us!
Thanks for sharing it made me laugh thinking about how truly awkward it all is.
Oh, does this bring back memories! Such a fun read – and so one that I can relate to.
“rolling Bonnie Bell gloss across my lips all day long. ” Brings back memories as does the rehearsing which for me was with either the back of my hand or the mirror. My mom hated that goo I’d get all over it. I hated kissing friends even in college. Something was always missing.
Oh, how funny! I only kiss friend in plays — and I recall that one of them was the worst kisser ever. So hard to pretend that I was in love with his character when I knew his mushy lips were headed my way…
Oh, you are so right on! Some of my worst kisses ever were with friends. Blech!
By the way, I was 15 when I had my first kiss too. Not a very romantic moment. He liked my girlfriend better.
Oh, the lessons we have to learn the hard way, right?!? 🙂
Oh, the Bonne Bell!
When you think about it, kissing is pretty gross. Essentially you’re licking someone’s tongue and spitting in their mouth. It makes it even more of a miracle when kisses aren’t mediocre.
Oh, yes, sounds familiar 🙂
I wonder if anyone has ever had a great first kiss experience?!? Haha.
I think you did a great job with this post, and I am with the majority who finds the Bonne Bell lip gloss part memorable!
Perfection! I loved this and shared your infatuation with all things kissing and Bonnie Bell.