Flashback Friday

All right it is time for your Flashback Friday prompt. Tell me the story of the first boy you kissed. Here is mine

My first kiss of note, and what I mean by that is I wanted to kiss him, he wanted to kiss me and we liked each other. This was not a first grade kiss where the boy is doing it on a dare or just wants to make you cry or scream this was true love (LOL) . When I was in seventh grade I went to the seventh/ eighth grade dance with a guy named Patrick. Now I must set the stage. I was probably around 5'6 and he was 5' if I was lucky. But, he played all the sports was popular and did I forget to mention he was in eighth grade. Yes, that's right he was an older man. He had blue eyes and blond hair and to tell you the truth I don't remember how I ended up with him at the dance. I don't remember us being boyfriend and girlfriend for long and I think I got caught up in the idea of dating this older man and the fact that none of my friends were going to the dance with a older man. The sick part is I remember what I wore to the dance and perhaps what is even more sick was the outfit I wore was trendy at the time. It was this white shirt that was long so that you wore leggings underneath. And,what leggings of choice did I pick none other than zebra strips. Don't ask. Then I had like this elastic type belt that cinched around the waist. Anyway I digress, the dance had been going on for awhile and I am quite sure that I had not actually danced with anyone other than my girlfriends. (Typical middle school dance you know the boys sit there and the girls talk and dance with each other) Finally a slow song came on and we started to dance. I laugh now when I remember that he came up to me at about chest level, but I was so in love. The song was almost over, my heart was pounding, I knew what was coming this was an older man he was experienced he had kissed other girls the song started to end,he leaned in, or in and up since he was slightly height challenged. And we kissed. The fireworks the passion, the tongue. Yes, that's right he slipped me the tongue my first french kiss. The song ended we parted and two days later the relationship was over with. Maybe I was too much for him :) Or maybe he did not like the way I kissed .....Noooo. It was just that age the following week we both had new "significant others" and our broken hearts were on the mend.

So now tell me your stories then sign in on Mister Linky so we can all take a stroll down memory lane.