Friday Flashback: First Kisses
The blushing is a dead give-away, however and; it’s probably time for Hugh to pick out a nice place to dig a teenager-sized hole. Just in case.
Our conversation reminded me of my first kiss, I was The Teenager’s age, pretty much exactly and, the initiator of that kiss was my first boyfriend, Doug.
On the fateful evening of that first kiss, Doug had asked me to the movies; The Muppet Movie, to be exact. My parents were cool with it, provided my younger sister accompanied us. Doug was cool with that because, well, he was Doug; the most laid-back guy you could ever hope to meet.
So, off to the movie we went. There was hand-holding for the first half of the movie and then, in the blink of an eye, Doug leaned over and planted one on me.
It was a good thing the theater was pretty dark because I suspect that I blushed fifteen shades of crimson, myself.
Doug and I would kiss many, many more times between eighth grade and my Sophomore year of High School before realizing that, rather than being destined to be one another's twu wuv, we were better off being friends. To this day, however, I think of Doug and that first kiss whenever I see the Muppets.
Or, you know, someone who resembles one.