First, I have to say that coming up with and keeping track of
the names I’m giving people is fun and entertaining. Some people are so easy and others are a pretty
big challenge. On to the story…
My first kiss was from The Older Man. I was sixteen and he was probably nineteen,
maybe even twenty. Scandalous. We had met several times though church
functions. He was good friends with someone
I’ll call The Hunk and during church events they hung out with My Church
BFF. I didn’t attend their church regularly,
it was my Grandparent’s church, but their youth group was tons more fun than my
own so I did a lot of things with them.
The first kiss took place in late fall. The Youth Director (I’m giving her a name
because I may have other stories…) of my Grandparent’s church invited me to
join the youth group in a church volleyball tournament. This tournament was probably 1.5 hours from
my house and I was only sixteen but somehow my mother agreed to let me drive. I love volleyball and was so excited to see
my three friends: The Hunk, The Older Man and My Church BFF. I had a great time playing volleyball and
flirting (which is a great pastime of mine).
When the tournament was over The Youth Director kept telling me I should
go back to her house with them (a full 2 hour drive from my house). I really wanted to go but was pretty sure my
mother would object. The Youth Director
and I found a pay phone (yes, this is old school) and she called my mom. Somehow she convinced my mom that I should go
to her house and spend the night (crazy negotiating skills by The Youth
Director). Interestingly, The Older Man
offered to ride with me because I didn’t know exactly where I was going and it
was getting dark. This made me very
nervous. I did like The Older Man but I
was sixteen and let’s be honest, had no real experience at all. In the car we talked and he held my hand a
little bit. We met everyone at the
church where The Youth Director had to wait for some people to be picked up. While The Youth Director was waiting for pick
ups I took The Older Man to his house to get his car. Then I followed him to The Youth Director’s
house, on this short ride I got more and more nervous. I just knew something was going to happen and
I didn’t know how to react to it. When
we pulled into The Youth Director’s driveway I think I stopped breathing
because no one was there, it was complete blackness. As I got out of my car, The Older Man was
walking around to my car door. We
exchanged a few words, he basically had me pinned against my car and then he
kissed me. It was oh so sweet. I’m not sure I could have imagined a better
first kiss.
Here is a poem I wrote for him while he was away at college
and I was at home:
How I long to be with you
How I wish that you were here
If only just to see your face
and know that you are near
Not near like parents who are always there
but near enough to know you care
Near in heart, soul and mind
but not near enough to make me blind
The letters you write are so sweet and funny
I wish that you were closer so the skies would be sunny
I say I miss you very much
and just hope you do the same
but if you don’t it’s all my fault
and I’ll take the blame
Obviously things didn’t last long between us. He was so much older and I had so little
experience with relationships. It was a very
innocent, sweet relationship but I wasn’t ready for anything serious and he
probably didn’t want anything serious.
I’d have to say it was the perfect first fling.
