First Kiss

A few weeks ago I received a pretty little book (SWAG) at the launch party for ThisOldBag. The book, “Kiss and Tell” has sweet quotes from Celebrities recalling their first or most memorable kiss.

“This would be a great blog topic.” I thought to myself.

“Nahh.  Why am I so provocative?  BrandHabit is about fashion, not kissing.  Scratch that idea.”

But as I was pondering this, I re-lived my first kiss.

Here is how it happened:

For the first 7- years of my life, I grew up on a cul-de-sac in Tiburon, Ca.

Next door lived 3 boys; Raymond, Roger and Ronald.

I would play at their house with their GI Joes and plastic army guys, but over time, I developed “a thing” for Raymond.

One day, I decided it was time to kiss Raymond.

I had a plan that if I played him the song “Don’t You Want Somebody To Love” by Jefferson Airplane, it might be the ticket to get him to kiss me.

Needless to say, it worked. 

I got my first kiss. 

But, remember, this story wasn’t going to be posted in my blog. I had already decided it wasn’t noteworthy.

Well, it just so happens that this last Friday night I ran into another “early childhood kiss” and I decided it was all too good NOT to post. 

Andy was after Raymond... I met him at sleep away Camp when I was about 8 or 9 years old. 

Although it's been over 30 years since we first met, upon greeting Andy with a hug on Friday night, a flood of fuzzy but familiar memories rushed into my head: 

- Driving by his house in Tiburon... only up the street from mine

- Talking on the phone

- Sweet feelings of mutual innocent adoration

- I do remember we kissed…maybe once.

What was so lovely however was that after a bit of catch up on our lives: our careers, our spouses, our kids etc, Andy told me how significant our relationship was to him.

You see, I was Andy’s first kiss.

He remembered a lot more than I did.

He reminded me that we got married on “Gold Rush Days” at camp.

Ah Yes! Suddenly, I too remembered exactly where we stood as we got married.

And I remember the coke can top he gave me as a ring.

What was your first kiss like? 

Wouldn’t it be fun to know the effect you had on the boy you kissed as well?

I feel so lucky to know! 

Comments

[Carlina]

Speaking of late bloomer, I had my first kiss at 21, I know it seems strange. I was just never into boys until I got to college, and since I was sorta geeky with my braces and my unmanagable hair, no one wanted anything to do with me. Sad but true, after all that waiting my first kiss was unmemorable. I am glad I waited it out though, if I had kissed more frogs I would have never found my Prince!

[Jules]

So cute. My first kiss? I guess I was a late bloomer. It was the star quarterback on the varsity team in high school. I was 15. Now I didn't even think the guy was cute, I only liked him because he was, the star quarterback on the varsity team....and he was dating the head varsity cheerleader who had double D boobies that shook when she jumped in the air. For some reason, he dumped her for me, we went to the movies, and within the first 5 minutes, he stuck his hotdog shaped tongue down my throat and licked the blush off my face. I guess you can't even call it a kiss. It was more like a slobber facial. It took me 6 months to recover. The second boy, Kyle, beautiful,passionate, soft, and the best kiss a 16 year old could ever want. Today, Kyle, is a drug addict, bald, fat, and living with his parents!

[Howard]

Totally cute!