First snog
My first proper kiss almost put me into a monastery.

I was at a party - someone's parents had hired a nightclub and sold tickets. The bar people didn't seem to mind our obvious underageness, so snakebite and black had been drunk.

J was in my year at school, and we were in the same physics class, so I knew her a bit. She was blonde and a bit dumpy. I don't know quite how it happened, but we ended up on the dancefloor. She was somehow attached to my face.

It was like being assaulted by an ill-disciplined and eager St Bernard that never, ever, needed to pause for breath.

Somehow I escaped - intact, but wondering just how the hell that sort of thing was supposed to be fun.

In retrospect, I guess it was probably her first kiss as well - so we were probably as bad as each other. The difference is that I wasn't on the receiving end of my own attempts.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 11:45, 7 replies)

ooooh, who was that?
tell me!
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 11:50, closed)

^^
Mine was only memorable for the reason that she hadn't bothered to gob out the gargantuan mouthful of Hubba Bubba she'd been compacting for half an aeon.

It's an incident indelibly engraved in my brain as, 'that time I chased the chuggie'.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 11:50, closed)

@hlt
Not telling. It's not fair to her or to me.

But whenever I saw her in the corridor, I'd think, "Why, oh why?"
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 11:52, closed)

@ Enzyme
Fair enough.

*respects*
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 11:54, closed)

Similar thing happened to me...
Only after she'd finished slavvering all over me she moved on to my mate who was sat next to me.

Oh romance...Delish!
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Fri 27 Jun 2008, 11:54, closed)

You're putting me off me lunch!
That's because you've triggered memories of my first snog - feckin' hideous, it was. In a cupboard under the stairs at some 12/13 year-old's party.

Spin the cunting bottle.

Imagine my horror as Philip simulated a semi-conscious jelly-fish all over my face.

To make matters worse, all the other girls had pretty sparkly party shoes - I had on my Clark's Polyvelts.

See the emotional scars.

Paint them a *rude* veiny colour.
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 12:47, closed)

My first kiss was wonderful *sighs*
I was kissed on the neck and my knees gave way.

I can still remember it like it was yesterday.
( girlinthehole, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 13:18, closed)