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Do First Kisses Matter?

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  • Kisses are for fags amirite?
    But in all seriousness,
    Any kiss, first, last, best or what ever, only matters as much as you make it matter. Same thing goes for any type of relationship or bedroom gymnastics.

    I do have a "favorite" kiss. It wasn't the first, the last or even the best. It was the one I wanted the most.
    I agree with this man. When I first kissed a girl it wasn't so special to me, the only kiss I felt was special was the last kiss I had with my first girlfriend.
  • Damn. I was wrong about my first kiss. It was in 2nd grade when I ran up to this boy in my class and grabbed then planted many kisses on him. I remember being close friends with him but after that not so much. In retrospect in my teen and adult life I was always the one who kissed first. ^_^
    I don't think little kid kisses count. That's just being a little kid.
  • edited July 2009
    Why not? It's still a kiss. Cross out "little kid" and put in "teenager." Those kisses don't matter so much either, because people are silly when they are teenagers.
    Not interested really. Plus, nobody interesting within reach.
    I guess I was like this in high school. I was very blase about dating and boys, to the point where people assumed I was a lesbian. There were some guys I crushed on, but they were usually jocks that were merely hot and had nothing in common with me. I just thought they were good looking, but I knew it wouldn't be good to date them. Then I got to college and it was a veritable sea of arty city boys. You just need to wait and hold out for the awesome.
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  • Then I got to college and it was a veritable sea of arty city boys
    Technically didn't you have access to arty boys while you were still in High school, hanging out at a college :-p
  • Yes. Yes I did. Win!
    Although, I did fall for a more tech boy than an arty boy, but he's sophisticated in his heart. No corn-fed hick he.
  • I remember mine.. I was a loser and didn't get a "boyfriend" until 9th grade. All of my friends were constantly bothering me about kissing him ("OMG did you do it yet???) that I was super nervous. And when I finally gave him a little peck, I literally ran away in embarrassment. We ended up breaking up because I wasn't "ready for a relationship." Hah.
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