Very first kiss of the kind it seems we’re discussing:
I was 13, visiting my sister in Washington, D.C. and her youngest brother-in-law, who was 2 or 3 years older took me to the movies (haven’t a clue what movie so probably some very macho choice that made little impression on me---tho I love all kinds of movies). Actually I don’t remember much about the kiss either…but then he’d been ‘handsy’ during the movie and it was unwelcome. Not on principle, but because I not only wasn’t attracted to him, I did not like him, it was like warning bells were sounding in my head. (Why couldn’t I have retained those instincts? He got involved in drugs and crime and died young.)
My real blossoming socially didn’t come till my junior year of high school. And my first really passionate kiss was with a slightly older boy at a summer camp just before I started my senior year. He was headed to college in the fall. My attraction to him was strictly physical, unlike my actual ‘crushes’ that were multi-layered with respect and friendship in the mix. Within the year I abandoned my virginity with his help. I have never referred it as ‘losing my virginity’ because I was very calculated about it—I didn’t want that first awkward inexperienced fumbling (on my part---he’d ‘been around’ a bit) experience to interfere with the relationships I had with the guys I really cared about.
It just occurred to me why, besides memory issues, this one was hard for me, making me ‘late’…but I’m not going into that here/now. No selfie either…I’ll just close with this because when it came to love relationships this often the case: