Friday, April 30, 2010
You may recall my back of the bus in fifth grade confession a few weeks ago... I didn't even touch, um, a base, but I will admit that was my first actual encounter with sexy stuff.
Today, I've decided to jog your memory regarding the "bases" as you may have since forgotten the innocence, or perhaps not so innocence of young love. To keep you coming back for more, I will cover one base each day. You don't want to miss this juicy refresher course.
As always, I need to bare all, er, reveal secrets since you know how candid I can be.
Attention family members: If for some insane reason, you are reading this--please pretend you aren't and that you've stumbled upon a locked diary and we shall never discuss your new-found knowledge of my young adult antics. Thanks!
First Base: Defined as basically kissing, this can include open-mouth kissing also known as "French Kissing". Personally, I don't understand where this colloquial term came from. Why is a tongue kiss a "French" kiss? Wiki says in France, an open-mouth kiss is referred to as a "baiser amoureux" (love kiss) or "baiser avec la langue" (kiss with the tongue). Who knew?
My "First Base" Experience: Honestly, I somehow managed to score many kisses growing up. More so than I have in my married life. Hubs isn't really into kissing. No lie. I'm telling you this because it's difficult for me to pinpoint my very first smooch.
When: My most memorable kiss was on Friday, January 18, 1985 age 12
Where: It took place in the church balcony during a Boy Scouts meeting.
With Whom & How: The boy was a classmate and crush named Eddie. The Boy Scout meeting was in our church basement. How we ended up three floors up from the meeting, I can't really answer that. Why was I even at a Boy Scouts meeting? I vaguely recall tagging along because my little brother was at that meeting.
As proof that this kiss actually occurred, below is is my diary entry. Enjoy! I apparently did!
Friday, January 18, 1985
Tonight was the very best night of my life. Eddie and I made out for 2 whole minutes upstairs in the meeting room (aka church balcony stairwell). He kisses the best. He even gave me chapped lips because he kept biting my lip. He even put his tongue in my mouth!
I'm confused as to how a "nibbled lip" is equivalent to "chapped", but I guess at age 12 it made sense. Sadly, in typical boy fashion, according to the next few diary entries, Eddie ignored me in school after the hot and heavy kissing action. We had off that Monday for Martin Luther King Day, but by Tuesday he wanted to let me know that just because of what transpired, we weren't boyfriend-girlfriend. By Wednesday, he was trying to make me jealous by flirting with other chicks in the class. Whatever for Eddie.