Tale Weaver – #167- First Kiss – 19th April

This week Michael asks us to reflect on the time we received our first kiss.
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The first time a guy tried to kiss me, I bolted!

However, I can sum up my actual first kiss in three words:

Fear, surprise and embarrassment.

Fear because it was my first, especially after that time.
Surprise because it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
Embarrassment because he belched.

I was 14, and he’d had his eye on me for a couple of years, being three years older than me. He worked in the pet shop, and was always teasing me, making me blush and scurry away like a scared rabbit.
He was a nice enough guy though, very considerate and bought me chocolates on our first ‘date’ after clearing it with my Mum.
He rode a moped, and it was a bit of an anti climax getting aboard in my posh frock with my freshly washed hair being crammed into a crash helmet. Elegance is not my forte.
We had a pleasant evening, though I can’t for the life of me remember what we did or where we went, and he dropped me off home by 9.30.
He kissed me goodnight, and just when things could have got a little interesting, bingo. Fresh bread made its presence felt and that was that.
We dated for a few months, but I was young, totally naive, and afraid of my own shadow.
He’d still tease me in the shop, but at least I didn’t blush so easily by then.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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12 Responses to Tale Weaver – #167- First Kiss – 19th April

  1. James says:

    I got all of that except this line:
    “Fear because it was my first, especially after that time.”
    Maybe I’m being a blockhead but what time?

    • The time when the guy tried to kiss me before and I bolted. As I said, I was terribly naive, and although I grew up with an older brother, boys made me extremely nervous.

      • James says:

        When I was in Junior High (think 13 years old), I was walking down a hallway, when a girl ran up to me and put her arm around me. It was to embarrass me and it worked. I ran like a bunny, and I’m sure they all laughed.

      • I felt like that a lot, and didn’t have a regular boyfriend until my late teens. My parents always made them welcome, but I got engaged to a wrong guy (alcoholic), married the wrong guy (found out on my wedding night he’d only asked me out on a dare!!!), lived with a closet alcoholic and user for 8 years, and now here I am with Hubby. Took me a while, but these past 29 years have been good…. and a little different to what one might expect when we had the boat!

      • James says:

        My sister in law married too totally abusive losers before finally finding her “prince”. Sometimes it takes a while.

      • I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. I appreciate him, and everything we have built together. It was the best stamp I ever used.

  2. Michael says:

    I have yet to read of a first kiss that was pleasant and life changing insomuch as memorable rather than full of angst and worry. Mine was in the back of a mates car after a school dance when I was about 17, yes I was a late bloomer and I think I’m still suffering from it. The girl in question I had fancied as we were in the same class at school but she was far more experienced than me and I felt so inadequate. I found it all worked much better in my head than in practice. I’ve found it much safer that way as well.

  3. Fandango says:

    “Fresh bread made its presence felt and that was that.” Okay, maybe “fresh bread” is slang for something (belching, maybe?) but that’s a term I’ve ever heard of outside of a bakery or my mother’s oven.

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