You never forget your first kiss…and smelly trash reminds me of mine.
In the 6th grade, sandy blond, blue-eyed, Op-wearing Steven was everything I ever wanted in a boy. The game of M-A-S-H promised me at least a dozen times that one day we’d get married, drive Ferraris, and live in a shack with our 10 blond babies.
Me and Steven sittin’ in a tree, and on that fateful spring afternoon of 1987, we were K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
When he grabbed my hand to lead me behind the school dumpster, I knew this was the place for romance. Amid the stench of half-eaten lunches and swarms of flies, he aggressively planted his very open mouth and on my very closed mouth. Sensing my lack of oral response, he stopped and walked away. Bright red, I emerged from behind the dumpster a woman-child.
I asked Babble’s readers to kiss and tell and did they ever! Brace yourself for these awesomely awkward and weirdly wonderful tales of young romance after the jump!
Won’t you share your first kiss story with us?
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