First Kiss

Now that I was kiss-stamped for approval, I was very anxious about if and when the anticipated day would come about. I wondered about it. I talked about it. There are a couple of inscriptions in my yearbook, reassuring me about the matter:

A couple of sweet guy friends volunteered to do the job, but I found myself torn with indecision. Would it be right to kiss someone, just to get the first one over with? Would I regret it not being a special moment? It was a big deal. I just couldn't decide what to do, get it out of the way, or wait for the right guy, right time?

I didn't have to wait long. The kiss came to me in a totally natural way.

It was a beautiful, quiet, wintry evening. My good friend "Ned" was supposed to drive me to a dance, but we were running late and decided we would never make it in time.

We decided to at least dance one song on the road. We pulled over by the cemetery kinda, underneath a (street) lamp. It was snowing lightly.

Ned turned on a Josh Groban song and we danced under the furry flakes, watching them swirl in the soft glow of the street lamp.

Ned asked if he could kiss me and I agreed, but I suddenly panicked and blurted out that I "didn't know how." Ned just smiled and pulled me into a tender embrace. It was perfect.

Actually... he was perfect. I was pretty much exactly like the cat on 101 Dalmations when Jasper tries to drink him like a bottle of wine.

But let's not dwell on that.

As with any romantic moment, nothing puts you in the mood quite like the cops showing up.

Then a cop came and got him in trouble and said, "You can't just dance in the middle of the road and park like that!"

My first kiss really was (overall) quite magical. What was yours like? Tell us about it below! Write back soon- Jess