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Oh I remember mine. Very clearly. It helps that my sexual history ( if you consider kissing to be in this category) is pretty short. It was grade 6. Me and Lisa were 'pretty serious'. We were in the love tunnels on the school yard, ( the tunnels so called for their historically being known as the place where many had kissed and some even gone further) and we were engaged in a mock wedding ceremony ( an excuse to kiss the bride). Well, Lisa and I said our "I do's" and we kissed a quick, soft smack. To this day I wonder if Lisa remembers that day. I wonder if it was even her first kiss. I had always assumed it was.
Another memorable kiss was my first french kiss. I was in Gr.8. A girl and I started talking on the phone, and in the course of it I dared her to french me at school the next day. She kept her promise. I remember sitting in class, waiting for 10 oclock, sucking on breath mints. When the time came we met up, went into a back hall, and frenched. It was really amazing. I remembering saying "uh, again! again!" It was great. But we stopped and after that I hardly ever talked to her again.
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