Conference quark::human_relations-v1

    
    I hope they've gott better. 8^)
    
    Katrina

    They did Katrina. However, I had to wait a few years for the next one.
    You see...I have four BIG brothers.....
    
    Barb

    
    
    	Umm lessee....mine was from the guy who gave me my nickname
    	and took me to my junior prom.  Yes, I had not been kissed
    	till my Jr. year. (looong story that's in a file somewhere!)
    	We were in my kitchen and I was getting something to eat
    	when he came in, turned me around and whammo!!  He was the
    	HS heartthrob for a while.. :-)   and we are still great
    	friends although I haven't seen him or talked to him in
    	at least two years... :-(
    
            (this is unless of course you count the one I got when
    		I was five!! :-)  )
    

    
    	Hmmm, I reckon I was somewhat of a late bloomer.  Mine was in
    	 my senior year of high school.  It was the ole' in_the_car_after_
    	 the_date syndrome, but with a twist; _she_ kissed _me_!!! :-) :-)
    
    
    
    					-Rich
    

    
    Yeah, I remember....
                 
    I was in the first year of secondary school (12 years old). There
    was a craze for "kissing competitions" amongst the kids.....one
    lunch hour I got hauled off down a dark corridor with an unwilling
    partner and a third party with a stopwatch! The aim was purely
    how long you could keep your totally immobile lips in contact
    with the other person.....I remember thinking how boring it was!
    
    Now, my first *real* kiss was something else...
    
    'gail

    In high school?????   Sheesh, I didn't get my first kiss until
    nearly the end of my freshman year of college!  
    
    On a Greyhound bus on the way home for the spring break.
    
    Sigh.
    
    --bonnie

    I clearly remember my first "real" one.  I was undergoing an extreme
    philosophical/nihilistic point in my life, was 17 or so, and thought
    kissing was symptomatic of people simply following social conventions
    for the sake of appearance.  So when she leaned over and started
    kissing/frenching me, I burst out in laughter at the absurdity of the
    situation.  Needless to say, after that initial outburst was done and
    explained, it was on to newer and better things.  Was I ever naive...
    
    Jim

    Re .4, that long ago, huh?  Was it when you were pre-school age?
    :-)
    
    I was sixteen.  He was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and very good looking.
     He was also sixteen.  We were sitting on rocks overlooking the
    Maine Coast at night.  (He was also intelligent and interesting
    to talk to.  I don't know whatever happened to him, and can't even
    remember his last name.)  But, it was very romantic, and definitely
    left me with a favorable impression in regard to physical contact
    with the opposite sex! :-)
    
    Lorna
    

 My first kiss occurred when I was in first grade. We moved to a new house,
next door to a girl who was in my first grade class. We used to sneak into
the garage and kiss each other on the lips "like grownups." :-)

 My first french kiss happened when I was in 5th or 6th grade. Now that was
alot more fun. :-) I remember feeling very strange afterwords, but a wonderful
kind of strange. Hell, it was a new sensation. :-)

 The  Doctah

    High School ... College ...
    We start younger in California.
    
    I remember the very first day I went to Public School
    (kindergarten) I cried all the way there saying I wanted
    to go home...UNTIL...I saw this little girl with her Mom
    coming my way. Little Carrie LaRose...we kissed that day
    and her older sister "coached us" until 5th grade and then
    Carrie moved away ...                                     
    
    --Christopher

    Started younger in the midwest, too - first grade.  A young blond named
    Reed Zohlner and I were chosen to lead the rest of the class through
    the arboretum. He kissed me several times.  The teacher told us to
    stop.  We had no idea why. 
    
    Next kiss was when I was 18.  Talk about a hiatus!
    
    -Jody

    Well, I'm a native Californian, and I guess not all of us start
    early....in fact, some of us wait a long time!!!!  (kinda wry smile)
    
    My first real, heavy duty kiss (I can't remember the grade school
    stuff) was just last summer--all I can remember is thinking "Am
    I am doing this right?"   ;)
    
    I didn't hear any complaints.
    
    ;)
    
    kim

    My first kiss. Oh yeah, I remember it well. I was 14 and Linda 
    was 13. My older sister was seeing her next door neighbor and she
    set me up. It had to be all secretive and stuff because my mom didn't
    want me dating 'til I was 18. We talked on the phone for about two
    weeks- I had a job at the Pillar House restaurant as a dishwasher
    (hey, it payed more than delivering papers o.k.!) and I'd call her
    during my break. One saturday afternoon we met. My sister and her
    boyfriend split and left us in the back seat of my mother's car
    with a sixpack of michelob and a radio. Oh boy ^^%$^&&%%$@$@$....
    She had spanish eyes... to this day I still remember how she looked.
    
    In high school, by the time senior year rolled around I had learned
    to work around my shyness and was becoming a kissing bandit. I had
    a baseball that I kept in my locker and I'd have a girl sign it
    after I kissed her. Continued this freshman year in college too.
    Every now and then I check out the ball and reminisce.
    
    Jeff

    Time:  Winter, 1974
    Place: A Treehouse!
    Kissee:  My "sweetheart" Kevin McManus ...
    
    It was 7th grade, in the winter .... Kevin and I were madly in
    the throes of first puppy love ....
    
    We were classmates, in 6th grade I decided I wanted him for myself
    and announced my intentions in Art class (6th grade, sheesh!). 
    Kevin took one look at me and said "I hate girls!"  Persistence
    pays off, by 7th grade he was falling all over me and the feeling
    was definitely mutual.  We were known as the class sweethearts for
    two years, until Freshman year.  We were very innocent in those
    days, one winter I was over his house (in good weather we'd bike
    the 5 miles to either home) and we went up into his treehouse in
    the backyard.  I'll never forget this as long as I live, what we
    were wearing, how his face looked,   I had these fuzzy mittens on
    and he grabbed my hand and kissed me.  It was so sweet!
    
    BTW, we never progressed beyond kisses and holding hands ... oh
    for those days of youth and innocence!
    
    I'd love to know what he's doing now .... he was a super person
    and I'll never forget him!
    
    Tammi
    

    It seems everybody did much better than me.
    First girl:  extremely romantic, I lifted her face and about to kiss
    her, I bursted out laughing.  Probably I was so embarrassed for it was
    my first time.  I could not stop laughing.  The harder I tried to stop
    the worst it became.
    Second one: I just got back from a scuba diving trip.  I was very
    tired.  I had dinner with her, I did not feel well in my stomach. 
    Well, I tried the French kiss.  I threw up all over!!! I was able to
    push her away before it happened.
    
      Needless to say I stay single.  Anyone wants to try one more time?
    
    

    RE: .16
    
    Uh, no offense, but I think I'll keep my distance. (-:
    
    My first kiss?  I was 12.  My father and I had gone camping in Maine. 
    I had met a friend and we basically hung around the campground
    together.  We went swimming and there were these two guys there!  One
    was named Ray and he was flirting with me all day long.  He was 13,
    much taller than me, and had bright red hair.  After dinner, we met
    them down at the rec hall and Ray and I decided to go for a walk.  We
    were sitting at a picnic table talking when all of the sudden he put
    his arm around me and kissed me.  I can remember literally seeing
    stars!  And definitely being on cloud nine!!  The next day I went to
    his camp sight and they had left.  BUMMER!!!
    
    The second one was just about as memorable.  I was 14, he was 16.
    I met this guy named Sam at the place where my cousin worked (Yes Mike 
    Z., the same cousin(-:).  He also had bright red hair (What can I say?  
    I like red hair!).  I had met him there a couple of times when one night 
    he offered to walk me home.  I had my bike with me, so he pushed my bike 
    along side of him.  Just before we got to my house, he turned to me and 
    said, "Well, will I see you tomorrow?" when I answered yes he said, 
    "Good" and then he kissed me.  A french kiss this time.  WOW!!!  
    
    Holly
    

    My first kiss was at summer camp the year I was 15. It was a coed
    camp and there were more girls than guys so each guy was much chased
    after! I was one of the 'lucky ones' to have a boyfriend that week.
    At the end of camp, he tried to kiss me after the last camp fire.
    He unfortunately missed and got me some where around the left ear!
    I managed to get kissed properly the next summer at a different
    camp. :-)
    
    Bonnie

    Gee, I missed adolescence entirely, I always had my nose in a book and
    thought very poorly of the male species in general. They were just so
    stupid!

    My first kiss was when I was a junior in college. I was 20. I don't
    even remember his name, except I think his last name started with "Y".
    He was the cousin of the woman in the next dorm room. We double dated a
    couple times and went to some concerts. It certainly wasn't serious,
    but I was sort of anxious to see what it was like to be kissed.
    
    Tamzen

    I have to answer. The base noter is a good friend. My 1st time,
    besides the Junior High School spin the bottle games, was at Hampton
    Beach, N.H. My parents and I went for a week. My friend and I were
    at the Penny Arcade and what would happen is that a girl would usually
    come up to you and bum a quarter off of you to play the pinball
    machinenext to your's. After losing the games she would ask to go
    for a walk and you would usually end up on the beach at night and
    "make out" as we called it until around 11 PM. Hmmm Could this be
    considered "prostitution". I did pay a quarter. Different girl each
    night too. I was around 13-14 years old. 1st one that really meant
    anything was when I was 16 and dating Sue Levesque. I knew about
    5 Sue Levesque's between high school and college. Only 2 that I
    dated.
    
                                 Phil

       Ah yes, I remember it well.  I was 15 and it was the summer of
       1962.  I had to go to summer school, because I flunked Latin II.

       She was 21 and from Switzerland.  She was here for 2 years,
       living with her aunt.

       We meet at the bus stop every morning (she was going to work, and
       I was going to school).  We got to talking.  I went over to her
       house with some of my jazz albums.  While we were sitting on the
       sofa, and I was trying to get up the nerve to kiss her, she
       kissed me.

       There is a song that describes the experience perfectly.  I can't
       remember the title or the singer, but there is a line that goes;
       " ... like a rolling ball of thunder, spin'in my head around
       and taking my body under ... what a night"

       After that, I must admit, I couldn't wait to get to all that
       stuff my mother told me should only happen after I got married.

       Richard

    re .16, that's quite funny.  God help you if it's true.
    
    Lorna
    

    I don't remember the specifics of where; it was some teen-age party
    I was at... but I remember my reaction to it. "IS THAT IT?" It was
    a kiss on two, very dry, firmly pressed-together lips, about as
    sensual as kissing a door. It was never like this in the movies
    I had seen, where people kissed with their lips always tightly
    closed, and all kinds of wonderful things seemed to happen! Kisses
    definately improved later on, but it was not a great start.   
    
    -roger
    

    	Well, I did the junior high parties as well (spin the bottle,
    postman, etc), but I don't consider those really first kisses.

    	My first kiss was in junior year of high school.  It was at
    night, in the AV room at Lincoln Sudbury High (that's not where 
    I went, but where the guy I was with went to school and hung out).  
    He had keys to get in at night...and they had a couch, tv/vcr...
    it was a double date, but my friend and his had gone off for a
    walk after we had watched some movie.  It wasn't one of those "WOW" 
    kisses, but I remember it was kinda nice!

    	Amy

    
    
    	ree: .22
    
    	That song is "Oh What a Night" I think....goes
    	"Oh what a night, late December back in '63..."
    
    	Good tune..
    
    	Can't think of who sings it though.
    

    "Oh What a Night" was sung by Frankie Valli.
    
    					andrew

I remember my first kiss...well the first tongue kiss.  (I had been dry
kissing since I was about 4.)  I was 11 at the time.  (I started everything
early!)

PJ Shiller was my best friend Kelley's brother.  He asked me to "go around" 
(the lingo at the time for "going steady.")  I said yes because I had never 
had a boyfriend before.  I *finally* got invited into "the fort", which was
a crawlspace in the basement, lined with sleeping bags and carpet scraps,
filled with dirty magazines, cigarette butts (we did that too, for a little
while) and the smell of whiskey.  It had a red light, and a scratchy 
transitistor radio, and I thought it was terribly romantic.  It was during
a game of "dirty truth or dare", as we called it.

My early kisses were more like seeing how wide you could stretch your mouth
open, and how much saliva you could spread on your partner.  As others have
said, it improved with age.

PJ one told me that kissing to long would give you mono.  We would kiss 
non-stop or 10 minutes, bt then we would have to stop because otherwise
we would both get mono.  It took me *years* to learn otherwise!  It's amazing
the misinformation kids pass on to one another!

D!  

(PJ and I lasted 3 weeks.  A long term romance, those days.)

I have to chuckle when I think of the first time I kissed a boy.  I was 5, it
was the summer between kindergarten and first grade (young, I know).  My buddy
Todd Jalbert was over playing.  Next door there was a huge dump truck with a 
plow on the front.  We climbed in between the plow and the truck.  I asked Todd,
"have you ever kissed a girl before?"  "Sure!" he said, "my mother and my 
sister."  I informed him that they didn't count.  Then I asked him if he'd like 
to kiss me.  He looked a little dubious at first, but then made an attempt.  I
pulled back just as he got close.  He tried again, I pulled back again.  
Finally, on about his fourth attempt, I let him kiss me on the lips.  Didn't do
much for either of us.  So we went for a bike ride.

    I don't recall my first romantic kiss. The first friendly kiss I
    recall was when I was almost 16. I'd been in Europe for six weeks
    with a tour group of kids, most of whom were from Pennsylvania
    and New Jersey. By the end of the trip, we'd all become good
    friends, and the parting was a bit rough.
    
    Anyways, at Kennedy Airport, after we'd all come through Customs,
    etc., I was going around saying good-bye to everyone I could. At
    one point, this girl named Claudia (who was pretty hot stuff, I'll
    tell ya) rushes up to me, gives me a medium-strength kiss on the
    lips good-bye, and zips off in search of the next farewell. As I'm
    recovering from this, a couple who were obviously Claudia's parents
    go by in her wake, and her father gave me a, "Well, hello!" with
    a tone of voice that sounded like he was greeting his future
    son-in-law. It was all I could do to keep from breaking out laughing.
    
    My most memorable kisses were with my first lover, Kathy. I don't
    know how we did it (I've been trying unsuccessfully to duplicate
    them ever since), but every once in a while we'd manage to touch
    lips ever so slightly in a way that would literally send shivers
    up and down the spine.
    
    --- jerry

"but every once in a while we'd manage to touch lips ever so slightly in a way
that would literally send shivers up and down the spine."

I've had that experience with certain people repeatedly, others not at all. I'm
convinced that there is some energy transfer or tigger of some sort.

I've also had the experience of touching someone and feeling a ''vibration''
when I move my hands on them. :-> The only time that I could faithfully
duplicate this was with them in a waterbed and me standing on the concrete floor
of a slab foundation house.  I suspect it has something to do with a 'floating'
(Pun intended) ground.

Jim.

    This is a fun topic.  :-) 

    The first time I had a "real kiss" I was 13 years old.  I was at a
    a party, my first party that *started* after 9 pm.  Christopher Adams
    asked me to dance, I had never seen him before and he looked really
    attractive.  Well we danced and talked a bit.  Then the slow songs came
    on.  By this time I'm in looooove.  We continued to dance and to get to
    know each other.  Then the DJ turned on a tune by Betty Wright,
    "Tonight is the night that you make me a woman."  Half way through the
    dance I saw his face come in front of mine but I was sure that he was
    only going to say something.  

    He didn't say a thing, I felt something really wet and electrifying on
    my young and tender lips. WOW!  "What do I do now?" I remembered asking
    myself on the verge of panic. A memory of how the older girls in my
    school described what they did flooded my mind.  So I wiggled my
    tongue.  Something felt good.  So I did whatever it was that I thought
    felt good again.  From then on I just did exactly what felt good to me. 
    It must have felt good to him too because he and I ended up kissing for
    the rest of the night.

    The following day I felt like a fish out of water.  Christopher had
    disturbed a sleeping giant.  I was energized.  I had to get some more,
    and that I did.  We had a little kissing relationship for about a year. 
    
    I saw him years later in New York.  He still looked good. He
    remembered what had transpired between us... I wish I would run into
    him sometime soon.  For old times sake I'd ask him out for a date.

>>I've had that experience with certain people repeatedly, others not at all. I'm
>>convinced that there is some energy transfer or tigger of some sort.
    
    	Oooh!!  Hee hee... thanks!!  I never knew I had such power!
    	(8
    	
    
    	My first kiss was from a guy named David.  I remember it was
    	the infamous "my friend is dating his friend so why don't we
    	set them up together" syndrome.
    
    	We had all been hanging around at the local shopping plaza
    	and it started to get dark so they walked us home (they lived
    	out of town).  
    
    	We were walking up a path behind the plaza when he stood in
    	front of my bicycle and leaned forward and kissed me.  A 
    	peck on the cheek or even on the lips I could've handled, but
    	this...this...
    
    
    	This was the most sloppy, disgustingly wet, saliva filled
    	kiss I've ever encountered.  
    
    	Ewwww...just thinking about it makes me shiver!!  Now if I
    	could only think of who gave me the SECOND kiss and reconfirmed
    	my feelings that not all boys were that bad!!  (^;
    
    	Tigga~~~~

    	My first kiss was undoubtedly with a girl since a high percentage
    	of the little girls in both my 3rd and 4th grade classes used to 
    	practice kissing each other in anticipatory preparation for the 
    	Real Thing ---> BOYS.
    
    	My first kiss with a boy was under a tree across the street from
    	our junior high.  I had a terrible cold and didn't think the kiss
    	was all that exciting, even though I was excited that I'd finally
    	been kissed by a boy.
    
    							   Carla
    

    Mine was when I was when I was almost sixteen on a beach in Martha's
    Vineyard at night underneath millions of stars.  
    
    It was a short but nice kiss.  He drove me home, gave me another
    short but nice kiss then he told me he had a girlfriend.
    
    I was disappointed, but overjoyed that I had been kissed before
    I was sixteen!
    
    I still keep in touch with him... the duration of is kisses improved
    
                        :)

    
    Re: .33
    
    Ummmmm....come to think of it, I DO remember girls practicing on
    each other - this was at age about 8, and the in-thing was
    "licking each other's toungues like grown ups do" ! 
    
    Also - (you're not going to believe this!) -
    practicing on the rubbery orange bit inside Jaffa cakes!
    Guess that surely doesn't count as a first kiss though :-)
    
               
    
    

    It was 7th grade at Lyndon B. Johnson Jr. High School in Eau Gallie,
    Florida.  We were at a sock hop in the gym.  His name was Gary Butler.
    I remember more about the preliminaries than I do the actual kiss
    (I had to practically be drug outside kicking and screaming by my 
    girlfriends who'd already experienced this kissing stuff.)  I don't
    remember it being unpleasant, in fact, I don't remember it that
    well at all.
    
    By the time I was in 9th grade I'd discovered it could be alot of
    fun and had graduated to "french" kissing as we called it.  I'll
    never forget my "kissing coach".  His name was Jonathan Lawless and
    I'll be grateful to him forever for the knowledge he shared with
    me.
    
    Jan

    My first REAL kiss, was Mike.  Mike with the Trans Am, my senior
    year of high school, and he was the greatest.  there hasn't been
    anyone as good since (unfortunately)  He had the  most gentle
    yet passionate kiss and thats as far as it went.  I haven't seen
    him in nearly 10 years, but saw his picture in the paper getting
    married this summer.  sigh.  I can always reminisce, those kisses
    are WELL documented in my old journal....
    
    Kim

This topic does bring back the memories, both pleasant and difficult...

Throughout high school and college I was younger than most of my classmates.
That didn't matter much academically, but it made things tough socially.  I
never found it easy to gain social acceptance during high school; I had a
couple of dates during my senior year, but they never led to anything.  In
the first semester of my freshman year at college I got interested in a
classmate in my Great Books (essentially English Comp) class; we had one date,
but I wasn't brave enough to try to kiss her.  When I asked her out a second
time she told me that she couldn't go because she was madly in love with
another guy.  I was crushed.

Second semester.  Great Books, again.  There's another (woman? girl?) named
Gail who seemed really pretty and rather bright.  I asked her out to a coffee
house (I haven't a clue who was playing that night).  I remember the show
going on long enough that she had to call up her dormitory resident advisor
to ask for late permission (yes, I go back to the days when college women
were kept under a rather tight rein).  After the show I walked her back to
her dormitory (a distance from mine).  As we approached the spot where she
had to leave, I gently pulled her to me and kissed her.

WOW!!  I had no idea that kissing could be that neat!  It sent tingles through
my entire body.  The kiss lasted only about five seconds, and then she re-
turned to her dorm.  I remember walking back to my dorm and being in seventh
heaven for the rest of the night.

We had one more date before summer.  By the next year she had gotten a crush
on her math teacher and no longer had any interest whatsoever in me.  (He was
never much interested in her, apparently.  I remained in contact with her as
a result of classes in common for the next few years; she seemed to have be-
come very withdrawn.  I often wondered whether it had anything to do with her
failed crush, but I never found out.)  Anyway, I found someone else to kiss
that year, and managed to make the kisses last more than five seconds...

						--Q (Dick Wagman)

    	My first smooch left a horrible impression. I was 7 she was
    8. Her name was Margaret. Her mother and my mother were close friends
    and she muckled ahold of me in her front hall and planted a monster
    liplock so wet that she could have watered flowers in the yard next
    door. I think I washed my face at least 6 times before I went to
    bed that night, fearing pimples and other deseases.
    
    	In the 4th grade I started playing spin the bottle and found
    that girls all kissed differently. I enjoyed it so much that I decided
    I would make a career of kissing. Most of the girls seemed to enjoy
    it also, so we spent a great deal of time praticing in Jane C's
    garage. Funny thing. We changed boyfriends and girlfriends more
    often than our clothes.........
    
    	Ken

    
    This is one of my favorite stories....
    
    My freshman year in High School (14 years old), about 80 of us went on
    a "Spanish Trip."  Basically, this meant going to NYC, seeing a play in
    Spanish, and then going to a Spanish resteraunt to eat Paella and get
    smashed on Sangria (also a first for me).
    
    We had a 2� hour bus ride to get back to the school.  The somewhat
    toasted head of the Spanish department insisted that we all sit
    boy/girl on the bus.  Somehow I ended up next to an also smashed
    sophomore from South America named Jos� Gonzalez.
    
    Ah, those Latin men....	;-)
    
    When he started using his tongue, I was pretty much taken by surprise. 
    I don't think I had really known about that before.  Since I was
    nervous and trying to "do things right," I think that I was a little,
    ahem, louder than I should have been.  There wasn't any real reason for
    it, I just thought that was what one did while kissing.  To make a long
    story short, rumors flew throughout the school that more had happened
    on the bus than kissing.  BUT WE JUST KISSED - HONEST!!!!!  Senior year
    people were still coming up to me and asking "exactly what happened
    that night on the bus?"
    
    Jos� and I never really stayed in touch beyond saying hello to each
    other in passing, (although there was always a knowing look in our
    eyes).  The next year he blossomed into an absolutely *gorgeous* guy,
    and became the captain of the tennis team.  I must admit, I thought it
    a pretty great way to start things out. 
    
    Sarah