You walked me to my car. We were both drunk and had pizza breath. I was very excited. I swatted your hand away when it crept towards my breast, as I didn't want you thinking I was that kinda girl.
I had just picked you up at the airport. You kissed me while we were in the drive-thru line at Carl's Jr. not 30 minutes after we met. I remember wishing you had waited until we got to The Roost. Carl's Jr. is no place for first kisses.
After I said "you should probably kiss me now" while we were parked in my driveway.
Following a long bike ride through the abandoned streets of Silver Lake. We ate sandwiches on freshly baked bread and watched old men play chess before riding home just as the sun was coming up. We crawled into bed beside my red-haired friend, who was sleeping soundly. We had just met that night, and I found you absolutely thrilling.
You grabbed me by the collar, like bullies do to nerds in 80's movies, and kissed me roughly. I liked it. I've stolen that move, by the way. I don't think about you when I use it.
We were standing in your bedroom, which looked out over the lake that I had spent every summer of my life either on a rented paddle boat or casting a line from a rusting fishing rod into. I can't think of that day without the song "Ted Just Admit It" by Jane's Addiction getting stuck in my head.
In the middle of watching The Jerk. It was soft and lovely.
After my very first ride on the back of a scooter. We were standing on the side of the Pacific Coast Highway, listening to the waves crash, while your Vespa sat patiently waiting for its pilot. I realized with an arrow straight to the heart a couple months later that you were probably thinking about your girlfriend at the time.
After we drank a bucket of alcohol. I was hungover but happy the next day.
After a trip to the zoo. Your driving terrified me and your grasp of the English language was questionable...but goddamn, you were hot.
Your turn. Tell me yours in the comments.
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I have a few good ones.
1) thinking I was about to be slapped in the face with my eyes closed
2) My friend Eric and I after Chase said we weren't punk rock if we didn't
3) After a bucket of alcohol
My first kiss was when I was... I don't know, maybe five or six, and happened with the girl who lived next door to me. We had a little adventure one day when we thought that one of our neighbors was a vampire, so I stole some garlic from my house (that my mother had been planning to use in spaghetti that night) and we snuck over to their neighbor's house and tried to sprinkle little bits of the ground up garlic over her front yard and doorstep to... I don't know, give her a vampiric allergic reaction, or... something. Anyway, it was quite the adventure.
Then we walked back over to her house because it was time for her to go in. She said, "Guess what?" and I said, "What?" and she kissed me. It lasted about ten seconds and it probably took me ten minutes before I realized she and her lips were gone and safely inside her home. I turned to head into my house when I overheard her dad from inside their house as he screaming at her for kissing someone with my skin color. It left me really confused for a long time.
Ben - So does this mean that you're punk rock??
Marco - Wow, what an amazing story. It was so cute and sweet up until the very end. "Bitter sweet", I guess is what they say??
"We crawled into bed beside my red-haired friend, who was sleeping soundly."
I find this disconcerting. So should Meghan.
EXCELLENT idea.
at the park, creepy pedophile boyfrend. i was 16 and he was 33 and i feel sad and cheated that this is number one on my list. chest hair.
at the lake, with cute and unkempt boy from north carolina, who was definitely not aforementioned boyfriend of the time.
in my best friend's apartment, with her long time highschool crush. i feel bad about this one. it was christmas eve. also not with above mentioned creepy boyfriend of the time.
bowling alley, lane 13, before the smoking in public ban, with the guy i had been in love with/ worshipped for 12 years. most amazing day of my life and finally brought about the end of previously mentioned awful boyfriend no. 1.
various boys, same house, same night. the allie g show was on before anyone knew what it was. i thought it would be cool to bang a whole group of (really hot) friends. i was right. it was.
blind date, on a bed, reeking of cheap vodka. i married this one. i don't remember anything else. that's a bad sign?
best friend, thought was gay, now do not. oops. you're the only one who knows this now, georgia.
xoxo, bonnie
17 years old. new year's eve, in my basement, while listening to "monster ballads."
with a boy i'd known since third grade. kind of cute, actually.
I was 19, and had been in love with you for the entirety of high school, but hadn't seen you in about a year, until we happened to be at the same punk show one saturday night. You had a lip ring. That was new. I couldn't take my eyes off you in your white tank top and black cut off dress pants. I said you should meet me at church the next morning, and you agreed.
After the service, we were talking with friends about your lip ring, and I said I'd always wondered what it was like to kiss a lip ring. You looked me in the eyes. I had a minor heart attack... and leaned in to kiss you. It was awkwardly perfect. I invited you to my grandma's for dinner, we made out in the guest room. I didn't see you for at least three more years. I'll see you saturday.
Every one of my first kisses have been awkward, messy, teeth-banging disasters except for:
CalArts Graduation nite, 2002. My friend and I (drunk) decided to have a contest and see who could kiss the most people in the MFA art studios. I ran down a hallway and directly into this quiet, skinny weird guy coming out of his studio. "Quick, make out with me!" I said, grabbing him and smashing my face into his. Fireworks! Shockingly, he was an excellent kisser and I actually went "mmmm..." I later found out that he had just lost his virginity to some modern dance major just minutes before our first kiss.
Wow I love this post! It's got a sense of wistfulness that is just perfect.
I totally erm... borrowed your idea
But here is my favourite: "...We sat on the couch, slightly awkward now that we knew how the other felt. My arm was around you and we were talking, I turned to look at you and saw you were looking up at me. I leaned in and we bumped noses, I blushed and then tried again. The kiss was short but I remember my heart felt like it was going to burst, and that your lips were so soft, while at the same time I was wondering if I was doing it right. Afterwards I asked if that was ok and you smiled that mischievous grin you had, then taught me how to do it right..."
i just LOVED this post. i might have to steal your idea :) and link back to you, of course!
I'd steal the idea for my blog, but really, I've only got the one story that I wrote here, so there's no point.
Love how eager Ben is to out himself on your special "bucket of alcohol" moment together!
Oh yeah... and you think I'm the successful one?!
New Year`s Eve of 2007/2008, to the sound of "The Final Countdown". We kissed for 20 minutes straight, to the amazement of everybody around. We moved in together a few weeks later and are now happily married!!!
What a great idea! I have a few:
-You were my first kiss, ever. You awkwardly asked me to be your steady girlfriend in your car as you were dropping me off from a date. I said yes, and you said cool, and then I got out of the car. You didn't kiss me until THREE WEEKS later, after my friend had bugged you that I thought you never would, and then it was just a quick peck on the lips.
-We'd been flirting for months as we worked side-by-side on the school play. The morning after closing night of the play, you came up to me at my locker in the hallway and kissed me full on the lips in front of everyone, without even saying hello. I melted into a puddle, I was so in love with you.
-We'd been just friends for a year, and then talked for months while I worked overseas. You met me at the airport when I flew back home. I nearly had a panic attack in the moments leading up to seeing you, I was so nervous. And then you were there, and you gave me a hug, and kissing you just felt so right I wasn't nervous anymore.
-You came over to watch a movie, and we sat inches apart, our hands brushing a few times. I was so aware of the closeness of your body I don't remember anything about the movie. You leaned in and kissed me so softly, then drew in your breath, pulled away and said "Wow you're such a good kisser" before coming back for more.
I'd been thinking about doing it for awhile before it actually happened. I knew you were too scared to make the first move and that if I kept on waiting, it would never happen. So while we were wrestling on my bed, goofing off, I went for it. I think it surprised me as much as it did you. Then I ran away and locked myself in the bathroom. That was the catalyst for the three month relationship that completely destroyed our friendship. I still miss you being my best friend. We just never should have kissed.
It was dark. We were sitting next to each other at your dining room table, alone somehow for the first time since our attraction to each other had occurred to us. We were laughing and your hand was resting on my knee. I remember thinking it was an awfully intimate thing to do, even though we'd known each other for years, but I didn't make you move it. Then you put your hand in that spot behind my ear and pulled me in. I'd never kissed a man with a beard before. It was completely wonderful.
Summer night. Standing on the outside staircase landing of my first apartment. The party was still going strong inside but we were too wrapped up in holding each other to notice. You sang Saw Red in my ear and it was beautiful. You put your hand under my chin, tipped my face up and kissed me so softly...that memory makes me wish I didn't hate you. Really and truly.
A case of cheap beer into our first date, we sat on my stupid blue couch and you looked at all my old pictures. My cassette of the Carpenters greatest hits was playing. Next thing I knew, your mouth was on mine. I still don't know quite how you pulled that one off. I thought I was doing a good job on the "hard to get" front. I was utterly shocked by what a good kisser you were. And then we passed out together on that stupid couch only to wake up moments before my ex-boyfriend (who still hadn't moved out of the apartment!) came home. I'm still glad I married you and not him. You are a much better kisser.
I came across your blog because of a comment you left on fuckyoupenguin about having found the "blog of your dreams". I thought it was funny and ended up at your profile. I recognized very few of the songs on your "favorite ipod playlist" but liked your list of books and thought your description was clever.
Anyway, so I read this post and thought it was delightful and went on to read the preceeding 5 posts. I enjoy your writing style and your outlook.
My first kiss:
We whispered to eachother lip to lip, and spent the next five hours kissing beside my best friend's sleeping sister.
I'd been in love with you for three years, and knew more about you than I should have. We talked for a few hours about vintage photography and new music; I could barely breathe. You patted the couch to have me sit next to you, and I did. It didn't even feel real.
You kissed me suddenly, with no warning, and it was awful. I couldn't fathom how someone with so much game could have so little control over their tongue.
Regardless, I broke up with my boyfriend to be with you. You dissed me and I wound up alone, but that night changed my life for the better in more ways than I will ever truly grasp.
I was 17, and I knew more about you than probably you did, at the time. We had been riding on my god-awful motorcycle for the last two hours, we stopped on a long bridge overlooking the sea. With the wind blowing in our faces and the traffic of the 101 humming behind us, no words were necessary. That was the last time I ever saw California.
Wow these are some of the most amazingly intimate moments... I love this post more and more!
I was 15 and you were 17. You had a boyfriend at the time but the judge's ruling stated that you couldn't see him or any your other friends who were there when that thing happened. We were in your bedroom and you hugged me real tight. So I pulled you down to the bed and we kissed. Then we just looked at each other and smiled.
(my wife)
She picked me up at LAX after I had flown 7000 miles to see her and had been up close to 24 hours already. We had never met before. She hugged me the instant we met. She held my hand on the way to the car. She kissed said hand after 10 minutes in traffic. Her lips touched my ear when we were stopped at a red light. We decided to have pizza at Nova Express Café to avoid rush hour. We were parked somewhere off Fairfax when our lips finally met. All within the first two hours of ever seeing her. It felt like we'd known each other for such a long time already.
OMG! My very first kiss... I was sixteen years old... after school I wnt with my biggest crush and some friends for beers... we didmt drink a lot... anyway going back to school my friends went away and he took me by the hand... it was dark and soooo pretty (im from mexico, we were in coyoacan beautiful place) and a block from the school i couldn´t hande it and i turned to him and hug him, he asked me if I was okay... I said yes, he asked again (yes) and again (yes) and everytime he got closer to me and we kissed... we kissed soooo much (we were in front of a wall covered with flowers.. so pretty) and we kissed... til my sister called me to my celphone... nah... we kept kissing til the ninth time YMCA got on my cel (not the most romantic song but it was hilarious)
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He was my crush since I´m 14... and after... (doing the math)omg 5 years... and some casual kisses... we are finally together (19 and hes 22) and couldt be happier... Ok.. I sounded do highschool... dont care im soooo cheesy!
I had a crush on Adam Christian since 1st grade. He was so cool and funny. Finally in 6th grade, our first year of middle school, I was noticed. This was only due to my short bob that everyone mistook for a skater haircut. So I was this faux betty and Adam was an actual skater. We went together for a little bit and he wanted to kiss me. I just didn't feel like it was necessary and was too afraid to get caught. Adam talked to Stacy Widmar about wanting to kiss me. She was determined to make it happen. I decided to go for it. After school before we got on the buses, Adam and I were shoved into an classroom doorway alcove and Stacy stretched her arms out to give us some "privacy". We both stood there looking at each other like idiots. I started getting pissed like what the fuck YOU wanted to kiss me. Irritated, I made the first move and then all I remember is forceful fat tongue and drool. Even though I like that my first real crush was my first kiss, I'm sooo glad those days are over.
By the way--Fantastic Idea. I really like your blog, Ms. Hardstark.
You obviously failed to notice Carl's Jr's new ad campaign and their stirring tagline: 'Carl's Jr: The Place For Sweet, Sweet Burgers (And First Kisses With People You Just Met 30 Minutes Ago Because Why Not, Really?)'
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