Recently, a girlfriend and I were discussing crushes, first loves and first kisses. She laughed so hard about my first kiss, that she made me pinky swear to blog about it. Debt paid KT – I’m blogging about it!
A little background in case you’re unfamiliar with MrsTDJ. I’m the only child born to a set of no nonsense, strict parents. They are old school to the core, so up until 9th grade, things like phone calls from boys, boys walking you home from school or co-ed parties just weren’t happening for your girl. I was pretty much o.k. with it because hell, those were the rules. Period.
In the 7th grade, I had a friend, Carla. Carla was turning 13 at the end of the school year and had been talking about a “pajama party” for weeks. I started laying the foundation with my parents somewhere after Christmas. *lol* “Spring Break? Sure, I’d love to clean the attic. Can I bring down my suitcase for Carla’s sleepover in June?” and many more ridiculous hints like that. Not that I wasn’t allowed to do things, but my parents were selective. And I had it on good information that Carla’s party was.not.to.be.missed!!!
My mother finally took the bait in May and arranged a visit to Carla’s house. Again – old school. My mother had met Carla and her mother when I was in 6th grade, but she’d never “laid eyes on how they live or had a proper cup of coffee with that girl’s mother”. Until that little sit down happened? There wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d be spending the night over her house.
The meeting happened about 3 weeks before the party. Carla and I went to her family room to watch Video Music Box (New Yorker’s – do ya’ll remember that???) while our moms chatted. An hour later? All smiles – MamaTDJ had ruled in favor of me attending the sleepover! YES! YES! YES!
The night of the party finally came! My mom and dad walked me the four blocks to Carla’s house and I was so giddy, I didn’t even object when they each kissed me on the cheek in front of my friends. I just knew that this was going to be the best time ever with my friends. I had watched enough ABC Afterschool Specials and read enough Judy Blume and Sweet Valley High books, to know JUST how the night was going to go:
- Carla’s mom would make rice krispie treats and s’mores, while her dad went to the pizza parlor for a couple of pies
- We would be playing in each other’s hair, polishing each other’s fingernails and toenails, and experimenting with makeup
- While doing all those girlie activities, we would start discussing the topic on everyone’s mind – BOYS!!
- We would squeal and laugh the night away, until passing out in uncomfortable positions on the basement floor
Well, I should have sensed that little, ole innocent, sheltered me was in for a shock. Oh the 5 of us ate pizza and rice krispie treats, followed by a primping session of hair, nail polish and makeup. But, just after Carla’s parents said “goodnight” and shut the door to the basement, while on the way up to their room, my ABC afterschool special turned into an episode of MTVs, True Life. There was rhythmic knock on the side door and a smattering of giggles, as Carla raced to open it. There stood 3 boys from our private school and 2 neighborhood boys. Ya’ll, I was shocked! It had never, ever occurred to me that boys would be sneaking into the party.
I rolled with the punches, so as not to teased or ostracized, but in the back of my mind, I was thinking, “If my mama and daddy find out, I’m soooooooo dead!” As a group, we debated between Twister, Truth or Dare, or 7 Minutes in Heaven. Of course, 7 Minutes in Heaven won. Do ya’ll know about 7 Minutes in Heaven or was it a regional thing? Anyways, the game is like spin the bottle on steroids. When it’s your turn, you spin the bottle and when you land on a member of the opposite sex, ya’ll have to go into the closet/bathroom/laundry room/wherever for 7 minutes and do whatever. I’d heard of folks really getting a little too familiar, but I had no plans for any of that.
I was “lucky” enough to get “spun” by the second spinner, Herman. He was an alright guy who lived 2 streets from me. We’d gone through elementary school together, but I changed to a Lutheran school for middle school and he stayed in public school. We weren’t the best of friends, but given the five choices in that basement, he seemed like one of the two decent selections. Kinda cute, kinda nice, kinda funny, kinda cool. He’d smiled when the bottle landed on me, so I guess he was ok with the selection. Regardless of what he had planned, my plan was to just talk to him for the duration and maybe give him a quick peck when someone knocked for our “30 second warning”.
As soon as he closed the closet door behind us, I knew that I was indeed very un-lucky and I needed to reevaluate my plan. We sat opposite each other and he started asking me questions about school, my parents and rap videos. I’ve always been a chatty girl, but that night? I wouldn’t shut up! I was trying to take the record for words uttered without letting your partner get a word in. Why? Because Herman’s breath smelled like hot, stanky, week old, sour, curdled milk. The hotter and darker it got in that closet, the more his breath surrounded me like a blanket of velvet funk. At that moment, I understand why the gas chamber was cruel and unusual punishment.
After what felt like an hour, I finally just said, “Shut up and let’s kiss!” He seemed stunned, but quickly recovered with, “Um, yeah, bet!” I pursed my lips together, then leaned into him and mashed my lips to his. Every few seconds, he would attempt to move his lips in an attempt to separate them for tongue action, but I was determined to not lose. I wrapped my arms around him, pressed even harder and worked on breathing through my nose.
When we finally were released from the closet, we each bore different expressions. Him? Shell-shocked and unsure of what had just happened. Me? Nauseous and desperate for some toothpaste. I hit the steps running in search of my overnight bag, while hearing Herman tell one of the other boys, “Yo, she’s the best. I’m gonna make her my girl!” Whatever, stinky!! Thanks but no thanks for that compliment!
Do you remember your first kiss – sweet, funny, memorable?
I just let out the loudest howl @ a blanket of velvet funk.
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My little hot ass had my first kiss at five years old in kindergarten. Yeah I know…o_O My teacher saw me and called my mama later that evening to rat me out. You know what happened after that.
Kindergarten?? Fast tail! *LOL* I bet you’re mama tore your little butt up!
LOL at that story. Ahh to be young again…. when a tap on the window late at night wasn’t something to be afraid of. I hated my first kiss too (http://dontgetexciteditsjustme.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-kiss-this-kiss.html). I think it’s only natural to. Little boys (and little girls) dont know what they are dong at that age.
Ha @ the late night tap! Ok lady, you’re making a reference to “The Wire” and you don’t even know it. *lol* Please, please give it a chance! Going to read your story right now!
THAT WAS HELLA FUNNY!!!
I don’t remember my first kiss, but I sure do remember the really awful ones…like the guy whose lips were so big when he kissed it felt like he had sucked my whole face in his mouth and washed it for me.
Makes me cringe just thinking about it.
Ick @ the face sucker! I’ve met that guy!
My first kiss was on a competition bus for band! So funny. With my h.s. sweetheart, a guy much desired. Pimp tight!
Look at you – pimping on the band bus with the catch of the school!! *lol*
That story was hilarious! My first kiss was in 6th grade to my crush who became my boyfriend through 8th grade. We had just won the 6th grade kickball game against the teachers. It was a nice simple closed mouth peck. If there had been tongue I might have died. I liked it! Many more kisses after that day.
Look at you with a long term relationship waaaaaay back in the 6th grade! *lmao*
LOL!!! This was funny as hell!! I was a late bloomer myself but I had my first kiss in the 8th grade and it was an embarassing moment cause my mom caught me in it
Poor thing! LOL @ your mom catching you!
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LMAO!!! HIL-ARIOUS!!!!!!
Girl, it was, it was!! I was disgusted for about a week, but after that the giggles set it!
OMG, T! That was HILARIOUS!!!!! Now I gotta go do a blog about mine. It wasn’t nearly as traumatic or funny as yours, but now I’m dying to tell the story.
Oh lawd! Please tell yours! I know you’re gonna dress it up since you have a flair for dramatic comedy!
Obviously, he didn’t make you his “girl”! LOL That wasn’t 7 minutes of heaven, that was 7 minutes of hell!!
Exactly!! 7 minutes of hell is MUCH more appropriate! He’s lucky I still have use of my nasal passages! I should look him up on facebook so I can send him a link to this post! *lol*
i literally laughed out loud….CLASSIC!
oh my first kiss i was in the 6th grade he was in the 9th…boys weren’t supposed to call or anything in my house either! so when he did call and my dad (who because we had caller ID for some reason thought that meant to call every unknown number BACK) discovered a 9th grade boy calling his house and was told there were no 9th grade girls only his daughter who was in the 6th, that was the end of that
LMAO @ No 9th grades girls living there!! Yeah, my dad pulled a few classic lines on me too. I’ll have to blog about that soon! Sooooooo embarrassing!!!!!!!
Nasty!!!!!! I wonder where Herman is now? Hopefully he has his mouth together. LOL
Lawd, help us all if he hasn’t learned about good oral hygiene by now! The last time I saw him was at our 8th grade graduation. After that, his family left NY.
Obviously that special moment lingers on even through the Velvet Funk — Tee hee hee.
My first kiss was made in the name of education. I was in the library, minding my own business. When HE came along at the fateful moment. there are benefits to library research.
BTW–I was lurking. Now I’m following you.
Ah, the things one can learn in the library! Happy that you were “open” to the research! *lol*
Thanks for stopping by! YAY @ you following! I’m following you too!
See. I would have made him “back back” when he said his name was Herman. No offense to the Hermans of the world, but that name just “sounds” like funky breath. I’m sniffing the air as I type these words. *sigh* And my first kiss was too horrible to remember. *double sigh*
Hugs and Mocha,
Stesha
BWAHAHAHA @ “back back”! You’re right, his name should have been my 1st clue!! Oow, double sigh worthy? You’re first sounds like a doozy!
Yes, I remember it was with Stanley in a refrigerator box in my grandma’s backyard with two of my older cousin pulling the strings. Oh I was about 9 or 10. Huh those older cousins will remain nameless. Lol
**CRICKET** Um, yeah, even though I have a super, duper, photographic memory, I don’t really recall the details of that specific incident. *LMAO*
Are you sure it was just two cousins???? I think I may have a hazy memory of three!