My First Kiss

I was watching The Tyra Banks Show today (there was nothing on TV) and Lance Bass was on. He mentioned that his first kiss with a boy was in his twenties, and that made me think about my first kiss.

It was July 2001, a couple months before I turned 19. I was walking around the local mall and noticed a guy working at a booth right outside the Banana Republic who was staring at me as I walked by. I was pretty shy, so I walked into the Banana Republic to hide. I looked out from the store and saw he was still looking at me. It sounds creepy, but it wasn’t. At some point, I walked up to him and said hi. We chatted for a little while, and he said that he thought I was cute and that I had nice legs (I had shorts on). Haha, I have nice legs. That still gets me.

I had taken the bus to the mall, and my dad was going to pick me up after work. When my dad called me, I said that I had bumped into a friend and that I was going to get a ride home. I got a ride home, and the guy asked me if I wanted to hang out the next evening. I said yes.

The next evening, he picked me up and we talked while he drove. We stopped on a small hill in a residential area and I got my first kiss (and a few more than that). We didn’t do much more than kiss, though. I wasn’t ready for more. I had never done anything romantic before. Not to mention that I only knew him for two days. After a little while, we went to Arby’s for dinner, and then he drove me home.

I never went out with him again. I did see him at the mall occasionally when I came home from college on breaks. We would talk for a little while, but we ended up deciding it was probably good that nothing more happened. After a few years, I stopped seeing him at the mall; I guess he got a different job and moved on.