The first girl I ever kissed was Jenny Lloyd. We were in the Orem Jr High School production of 'Ghost Chasers' and we were in 8th grade. (Side note: My two older brothers had told me the summer before my 7th grade year that I should kiss a girl in 7th grade and French kiss a girl in 8th grade, so this story is already a year behind. Side side note: I did not French kiss a girl until 10th grade when I was dating a senior; she eventually put a stop to it, on moral grounds.) Now for my memory: Jenny was playing a young beautiful new patient in this hospital that was now being taken over by ghosts and the like. She was dressed in a light green dress and sometimes had a white coat and a suit case. She was very pretty, just as her character.
For her memory: I was playing a 'dancing skeleton' and I looked it. The 'Dancing Skeleton' costume was an over sized, black (with iron-on bones), one-piece suit that hung on me like I was wearing my older brother's pajamas. But that's not the worst thing. The worst thing was that my makeup was:
1. A layer of white all over the face;
2. Black around the eyes; and
3. So that our faces would show up under the black lights as we danced, the entire face was covered with some glow-in-the-dark goop that was the consistency of Vaseline that would periodically drip drops of glop as I walked.
There it is, while I was looking at her in her Sunday best, she was looking at me--a 86-pound burn victim with eye liner.
It wasn't but years later that I thought of my first kiss from Jenny Lloyd's point of view. I am pretty sure that her first kiss was some kid in her 'Ideas*' class at Aspen Elementary, so while it wasn't her first it was still a kiss and she did look into my blacked-out goopy eyes, noted the double toothed smile (my real teeth and the ones drawn around my mouth) and promptly shut her own eyes as I went in for the kill. A memorable moment for each of us, no doubt.
And so I come to you. There is only one first kiss in your life, just that one. Now, you don't have to go into deep detail but I would like to have you comment. Just so the world remembers. Please post who and how it was. It could be two words: "Hillary Duff. Badly." but then we would all know. So do tell!!! Really, go on! Push the button.
*"Ideas" was a class for smart kids that I was not a part of. It was when I realized two things: One, I am not smart.
Two, I like smart girls.