Peachy Kisses: Oh What The Fuss?

February 06, 2007

Though I had done some kissing at Truth or Dare games as a kid my first real kiss was after a school dance my junior year of high school. I think it was the sweetheart ball, where the girls ask the guys. I had been invited by a lovely girl we'll call Meg. Afterwards, I could tell she wanted me to kiss her because she sat next to me in the car and made a big point of throwing her gum out. I wasn't into it because I was, you guessed it, gay.

But at that time I hadn't quite figured that out about myself. So I drop Meg off at her house and we start kissing on her doorstep and she's giving me the full tongue and all and the whole time her dog, Peachy, was barking. So she'd be kissing me, then she'd stop and yell, "Peachy!" Kiss. "Peachy!" Kiss. "Peachy" etc.

I walked away feeling very disillusioned with my first kiss. I was like, 'Wow, that's what all the fuss was about?' Of course, it might have been better if we had ditched the dog.