—The Kissing Contest—
I was around twelve.
Four other guys and I were playing together at some apartments when two girls our age came walking up.
One was named “Amy” for this story. If I like a girl, I call her “Amy” in my stories. I can’t give actual names out. My childhood friends read this.
I had never seen the other girl, so I didn’t know her name.
Amy and I were in the same class in school, and I always thought that she was pretty.
“Hey, boys, who wants to have a kissing contest?”
Five arms went up in the air.
Alert What comes next is not at all sanitary…
—It’s no worse than a Kissing Booth, though.
Amy gave the rules:
She would kiss each of us, and then she would pick the best two kissers.
Then, she would kiss the best two kissers and choose the best kisser.
We all lined up— I think I was third.
It was finally my turn. I closed my eyes and moved in. Wow!
I had gotten my first kiss. And after that, my world was not the same.
Amy said the best two kissers were Jason and me.
We then each kissed again to see who the best kisser was.
Guess what? I won!
I went home on cloud nine that night.
During the night, I decided I would ask Amy if she wanted to go steady.
It was going to take a lot of guts on my part, but I was now in love.
The next day, I got up, took a shower, which is big for a twelve-year-old, and put my brother’s cologne on. I may have put dads aftershave on. I don’t know.
I went to the apartments and over to the tennis court, where the young people would hang out.
And there was Amy. …Holding hands with Jason…
…I turned and walked away…
The guys who picked on me—that I wrote about in another post—didn’t even bother me as I walked by. I guess they could see the sadness on my face.
And that’s the story of my first kiss.
But, Wow. What a kiss.
