The first girl I ever kissed was Jenny Lloyd. We were in the Orem Jr High School production of 'Ghost Chasers' and we were in 8th grade. (Side note: My two older brothers had told me the summer before my 7th grade year that I should kiss a girl in 7th grade and French kiss a girl in 8th grade, so this story is already a year behind. Side side note: I did not French kiss a girl until 10th grade when I was dating a senior; she eventually put a stop to it, on moral grounds.) Now for my memory: Jenny was playing a young beautiful new patient in this hospital that was now being taken over by ghosts and the like. She was dressed in a light green dress and sometimes had a white coat and a suit case. She was very pretty, just as her character.For her memory: I was playing a 'dancing skeleton' and I looked it. The 'Dancing Skeleton' costume was an over sized, black (with iron-on bones), one-piece suit that hung on me like I was wearing my older brother's pajamas. But that's not the worst thing. The worst thing was that my makeup was:
1. A layer of white all over the face;
2. Black around the eyes; and
3. So that our faces would show up under the black lights as we danced, the entire face was covered with some glow-in-the-dark goop that was the consistency of Vaseline that would periodically drip drops of glop as I walked.
There it is, while I was looking at her in her Sunday best, she was looking at me--a 86-pound burn victim with eye liner.
It wasn't but years later that I thought of my first kiss from Jenny Lloyd's point of view. I am pretty sure that her first kiss was some kid in her 'Ideas*' class at Aspen Elementary, so while it wasn't her first it was still a kiss and she did look into my blacked-out goopy eyes, noted the double toothed smile (my real teeth and the ones drawn around my mouth) and promptly shut her own eyes as I went in for the kill. A memorable moment for each of us, no doubt.
And so I come to you. There is only one first kiss in your life, just that one. Now, you don't have to go into deep detail but I would like to have you comment. Just so the world remembers. Please post who and how it was. It could be two words: "Hillary Duff. Badly." but then we would all know. So do tell!!! Really, go on! Push the button.
*"Ideas" was a class for smart kids that I was not a part of. It was when I realized two things: One, I am not smart.
Two, I like smart girls.
19 comments:
Oh hi, P&L!
Seth, 6th grade, Tucson, tense with a loud smacking sound.
All I knew about Seth beforehand was his favorite song: Diamonds and Pearls by Prince. We were told by Seamus to meet at the parallel bars after school where he would act as witness to the kiss.
Shortly thereafter, Seamus pressured us to "french each other." I declined, and the next day at recess saw Seth frenching Denise.
Denise had once confessed to us girls before school one morning that she'd neglected to brush her teeth the night before.
This fact came to mind and perplexed me as to why Seth would choose an unsanitary open mouth kiss with Denise over a clean closed mouth kiss that I was so willing to give.
I blogged my response, because it got a bit lengthy for a comment here.
xoxo
Mia
I feel really bad but I think I may have blocked the first kiss moment. Is that horrible?! But I have to say David Benson and I will definitely ask him the next time I see him and I'm sure he will be offended. I hope that counts. It would never be able to even reach the shadow cast by the Jenny Lloyd kiss, I'm sure.
Mine was Randy Whiting. On the Trampoline during a game of Truth or Dare during the summer before ninth grade. Nothin' like a little summer lovin'. :)
His name was Ted and it was sixth grade, he was a year older than me because he had failed a year and been held back. We were playing spin the bottle at Debbie's house and he and I went outside to kiss and it was a full on tongues and everything kiss which was a bit shocking but not actually unpleasant. I think it surprised us both. Ted was a tough guy that most kids were afraid of...but he was always nice to me.
After some thought, it may have been a girl named Tiffany and she may have been one year older. It may have also been in or near a corn field in Idaho.
(i'm posting a comment only because you sent a mass email that said so, and my heart did a little flicker when i saw that your myspace "counter" reads 47....i thought i'd share the love and bump up that number a bit)
my first kiss was in first grade at the water fountain from a boy name jamarcus, who had a nike check shaved into the side of his M.C. Hammer fro. i turned my head in suprise, he ended up kissing my ear, and it was a magical moment for all. the end
Brogan Snyder.
The name says it all. He was the kid that was cute when he was younger, but somehow later ended up being the kid you didn't want to admit knowing, let alone kissing. It was in fourth grade. We held hands during class a couple of times, and then one day he passed me a note saying to stay after when everyone headed to lunch. I met him in the hall, and he gave me a peck. Afterwards we held hands as we headed to lunch. I know it sounds all sweet, but that fact that Brogan was the other party involved makes it hard to admit to. A few days later I told him that he couldn't be my "boyfreind" anymore, because I found out that he had also kissed a couple of my other freinds. I at least feel better knowing that I'm not the only one with a bad "Brogan Snyder" memory.
Later,
Angie
Ryan Bouche.
Happened during Into the Woods at Timpview High School. Not so great. Didn't know it was coming, (we were surrounded by friends and watching a show) so it was a little awkward. Later on Joanie and Tony watched (from her porch next door) as he kissed me goodnight.
PS I remember that play and that costume of yours. LOL. Hi-larious.
How can I say no to such a well worded plea.
http://katedanley.livejournal.com/368626.html
Thank god for theater. I seriously think I would still be a virgin otherwise...
Patrick Livingston, 7th grade. He got goopy makeup all over me. But, still, it was memorable. Oh, wait. You should remember-- you were there! Kris Wing told me about the blog entry. I had to spy! :) Congrats on your show! I am so excited for you! You can check out my blog... but I am a paranoid mother. (Does that surprise you?) So, it is private. Email me at jengray9@gmail.com and I will invite you on!
Jenny (Lloyd)Gray
So I'm totally loving the blog. I'm hesitating posting my first kiss b/c I don't want to be known as the 3 yr old slut in primary. But I always like it when I get comments on my blog, so I'll post on yours.
Picture it: I was in Sunbeams. It was singing time. His name was Joseph Wood. His mom was the pianist and he had taken me to the circus recently so at least we'd been on a date, right? I am not quite sure if it was because he was so cute or if the music just came over us, but we kissed. Arm in arm, lip locked in the middle of church. We milked it for all it was worth until his mom turned around and caught us!
Two little birdies visited me this week...one with large eyebrows told me that you had cute pictures on your blog...and the other one...the hot, red-headed one...said you have been visiting Utah without even calling me! I guess this is to be expected as our 5 year long "best friendship" was really just a blip in history (that was meant to be saracastic).
Now on to the kiss....
I really hesitate to admit this as my ultracool highschool persona will now be ruined..wink, wink. Despite childhood pecks and multiple, extremely frightening stage kisses-my first real kiss wasn't until I was 18 years old! I know, right?
He would die to know, but his name was Mark and I swore I was in love with him. We had just watched "When a Man Loves a Woman" with Meg Ryan on my parent's couch and I had pretended to be asleep for the last half of it. (I don't know why I thought that was cute or something...). We went out to his car when I realized that pretending to be asleep had worked against me by producing less than attractive breath. I quickly (and discreetly) popped in some gum and we had a pretty decent, though not too long, kiss. See? It pays to wait...my first memory is not all gross and awkward. Though I must admit, shamefully so, that I made it my mission in my college career to make up for lost time and I think I might have kissed half of Utah County.
You know damn well it was Kirsten Keller, in a bed, in a MO-tel in Bryce Canyon. You know this because it was entirely your fault, YOURS AND JENNY LLOYD'S! And look how that turned out. I certainly hope you're proud of yourselves.
Good post. If it makes you feel any better, Jenny has never said anything about "the first kiss" so it coculdn't have been that bad right? Mine..well.. You know the guy that well Oh alright, it was Burke in 8th grade, and I felt like I was going to hell after we kissed. I thought I was the most terrible person in the world. It was nice though. Nothing awkward I don't think. Maybe for him. Anyway, you need to givve yourself more credit. You are smart you play writing fool you!
In my defense, Mr. Jackman. I didn't particularly like that vacation, now did I? I was too obsessed with trying to break Patrick up with his slut senior girlfriend who stuck her tongue down his throat. (Yes. Utah-county mother just used the word slut... because of you... now who is the one ashamed?!)
patrick, do not email that jenny lloyd. she just wants another messy kiss and will then leave you broken hearted. those *smart girls are all the same. don't fall into her trap again
*with the exception of lindsay of course
I do remember my first kiss, Brandon Hill, unfortunately it was a non-event.
I do however, remember my first horrible kiss (it was Jerame..haha! no just kidding) When I was in college I went out with this guy named Jeff a few times, well that night finally came when it was time to kiss. We were up in the mountains of Bryce Canyon looking at the stars (oh how sweet!) He went in for the kill. I suppose he was attempting to french kiss me, but it was more like I had just eaten a really messy glazed donut and had it all over the area around my mouth and he was trying to clean it up for me. Yeah his tongue never made it in my mouth...It was really weird and awkward.
I didn't go out with him again. I felt bad but that is something that is pretty hard to forget, and that is the mental picture I had everytime I looked at him.
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