And then I arrived in Colombo, Sri Lanka. Departed plane, went through immigration, then customs, where there were many men with big guns, and stepped through the ginourmous empty lobby through a set of doors where Fahim was waiting for me. This is the first time we ever laid eyes on each other in real life, and we'd met online barely two months before that. Luggage in the trolly, crowds around us, we kissed for the first time.
Five minutes later - maybe longer - the guard insisted that we stop blocking traffic and move on out. Less than eight hours later, we were married.
I'd have to guess that the kiss was worth it.
Edited because I really really hate repeating myself. Edited because I really really really hate repeating myself.
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I was just remembering this thread and figured I'd ressurect it to see if we can get some new stories.
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my first kiss was in grade 7. we'd planned it all out. every night for about a week or two before it happened, we would talk on the phone and sweet talk about what type of gum we wanted to be chewing and where we were going to do it, how it would be done.. all very scientific and typical capricorn. but it was very sweet because i would get told how beautiful i was all the time, and we were both so eager to do it but really too shy about it for a long time. there was a lot of quiet blushing going on on my end of the phone.
then on the Big Day, we were about to do it and being so awkwardly cute about it with the feet shuffling and the looking at the shoes... but then i noticed a ball of spit on my beloved's chin that just sat there staring at me, and i at it... the big event turned into a little peck and it was all very anti-climactic. yeah, i broke it off after that for reasons i didn't understand until now but the build up was so sweet i guess it didn't matter that the actual event was pretty lame.
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I'm only about 10 posts away from landmark territory and somewhere in this thread way back when, I said that it would be my landmark. So you'll just have to wait.
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My first and last kiss was during a game of Truth or Dare at high school. It was Passover and I had brought the ever popular, matza with egg salad combo with me to lunch. . I didn't want to kiss this particular girl so I stuffed my mouth full of food to discourage such behavior.
She french-kissed me, her tongue trying to get past the wall of teeth that had come down whilst I tried not to gag.
I honestly think that's the cause of my non-kissyness. I'll cuddle and nuzzle like nobody's business though... Posts: 1236 | Registered: Mar 2002
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We were sitting on the couch, and we'd just finished watching some TV-on-DVD (Freaks and Geeks). We sat there for a while afterwards, and just talked, and looked at each other.
There came a moment when she said, playfully, "I bet you can't make me laugh."
"Yes I can," I said.
"No, no you can't."
I kissed her. I didn't even think about it. I just ...did it.
She was surprised, and giggled. Then she realized she had laughed. I had won. "That wasn't fair," she said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. And then I kissed her again.
This time, the kiss was returned.
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And I learned something new: I never knew you were raised Mennonite. Or was it just raised among Mennonites? Either way it was interesting.
My last first kiss. I'll have to think about that for a while before I write it. But this is a fun thread.
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My parents were both raised Mennonite and they both rejected that religion. When they got married, the deal was to move 400 miles in any direction - away from the Mennonites, which they did.
You could say that I was raised in a culturally Mennonite home, but not religiously Mennonite. If that makes sense?
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When I was in kindergarten I was kissed by this boy on the cheek. I was the only person that was nice to him. Everyone else teased him and i actually lost friends when I stuck up for him. It was the last day and we were watching a video and he leaned in and kissed my cheek. I was too embarrassed to do anything but just look straight ahead, but I was touched.
I know some might not count it because it was not on the lips but that is far better then my real first kiss.
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I haven't read all six pages, so maybe the discussion topic has changed and I'm being annoyingly over-literal here, but I feel the overwhelming need to observe that I think the stories should be about your LAST first kiss - as in, the last time you kissed someone for the first time. Which for me is the same thing, but for most people is not. You know?
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The last kiss I had was with a girl wearing a burger king crown. I met her at a bar, asked if she was a princess, and went from there. Perhaps not magical or anything but there it is.
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