That First French Kiss

Give me a kisse, and to that kisse a score;
Then to that twenty, adde a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred; so kisse on,
To make that thousand up a million;
Treble that million, and when that is done,
Let’s kisse afresh, as when we first begun.
~Robert Herrick, “To Anthea (III)”

He was 13, and so was I. We were babies. I was tall, curvy, and built. I may have been 13, but I was 5 ‘ 6″ tall, long flaxen hair, blue eyes, and size DD breasts. He was short, dark haired, and a bad ass. His gorgeous eyes, I fell into on a regular basis. He always liked girls like me. Thick. I remember he took me home to meet his mother and she was convinced I was 18.

He thought I was fast, Β cuz I’d kissed a 16 year old boy before. I thought he was adorable. With his backwards baseball cap and smart mouth. I gave him his first French kiss. On Huron Parkway, just before he was about to walk home. I can’t remember if we ever kissed each other again. Or how our story ended. I remember that kiss though. And so does he.

How do I know he remembers? Because we found each other again. 31 years later. We chat from time to time and laugh about how cool we thought we were. Now we’re grown. Have kids of our own. And we pray to God that they don’t do half the crazy shit we did when we were growing up.

I have often thought of him. How life had turned out for him.Β  It took a mutual friend contacting me on good old Facebook to get us reacquainted. She said, “you know, his mom still talks about you showing up at his house with him and her being convinced you were 18.” I laughed, and told her, “I’d completely forgotten about that.”

I will never forget that kiss though. He was a great kisser. Even at the age of 13, he was a great kisser.

40 thoughts on “That First French Kiss

    • Thank you. I love the fact that I found the boy that I gave his first French kiss to. He’s a grown up. Me too. But the first time I chatted with him on the phone, I swear I giggled like I was 13 again.

    • Honey I like FB. It’s where I got my start as a writer. Funny, sad, silly and thought provoking status updates. That’s how this whole Rendezvous started. Thanks for the lovely comment sweetheart.

  1. I was older 17 … he took me home after our first date where he had cooked for me and as we strolled under the streetlights he pulled me close and we kissed … long and deep and very sensuous. When he pulled away he asked me”where did you learn to do that?” … I just laughed, he never knew he was my first and I never saw him again after that lovely night as I moved a way a few days later

  2. I was 13 also when I first French kissed–but it was horrible. It felt although a horse’s tongue had plunged down my throat. I had to run away to vomit. I never French kissed again. My kisses are very light, short and sweet. What can I say–traumatized by that horse tongue. Yuck! But, your experience sounds delightful. πŸ™‚

    • Oh honey I’m so sorry your’s was so traumatic. I love french kissing. It’s my favorite. Giggle. Well one of my favorites anyway. Try it again honey. You won’t be sorry.There is nothing in the world like a deep French kiss. A little suck on the tongue too. Ah bliss!

      • Oh yuck! LOL! I don’t know…I keep reliving that huge horse tongue…and 33 years! πŸ˜€
        How about French Toast or French Fries? French Roast? I’m about to receive my new French coffee maker. I think you helped me reach an aha! moment–I’m compensating by “Frenching” through other means. Oh no! πŸ˜‰

      • Hahahahaahahahha! Well honey any way you French has got to be good. I had to teach my Roger Darling the fine art of French kissing. He’s rather good at it now. Giggle.

  3. Haha! My first (stolen) kiss was when I was in Kindergarten! He cut my bangs, hid it inside his pocket and told me that he’ll keep it till he grows old because he loves me. hahaha. I still remember it! It was so sweet! I still wonder where he is now.

    But my very REAL first kiss was when I was 17 with my first love and boyfriend. We dated a couple of times and he always took me home. He was a real gentleman. We weren’t still together then so I stopped myself from kissing him, but that didn’t stop me! haha! When he was about to leave, I went out of the house with him to say goodbye. I leaned forward, tipped my toes and wasn’t aware we were about to kiss! It was a “force of nature” I could not understand. The first kiss missed! He accidentally kissed my nose and I his chin! It was so silly that we laughed for more than five minutes! We then told ourselves that we should do it all over again. We kissed and it was unforgettable. His lips were irresistible. He taught me how to kiss. I’m 21 now, had a boyfriend after him but didn’t French kiss the guy. God. He was my first and “still” last kiss until now.

    • Oh honey what a great story! To kiss the nose and chin. Then laugh and do it right. How perfect is that. You should write your own story. It is so much better than mine. BTW I shared the story with the guy I kissed. He loved it. Giggle.

      • hahaha! The years I had with him were the most amazing times of my life! I think I haven’t fully moved on from the feeling but I am happy for him and his girl now. I will write my stories about him. It makes me smile when I remember him! πŸ™‚

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