This happened a million years ago but I still remember everything about that kiss. It started with his hands on my face (the holy grail of kissing-hand placement for most girls) and ended with his arms around my neck (the holy grail of kissing-hand placement for me). It was tender and frantic and gentle and urgent. It was a minute that felt like an hour. It was the greatest kiss ever.
All these years later I can barely remember what went on to happen between me and this dude. But I will never forget this most epic of first kisses. No other kiss – not even kissing my husband for the first time on my wedding day – could ever top it.
For me, the first kiss is the gateway from “wouldn’t it be nice if something happened with this dude?” to “something is happening with this dude”. It’s a promise and a proclamation. Nothing – not even the first thronx – beats the singular joy of a really great first kiss.
Right here is where I’d ordinarily give you a guide to the great first kiss, but
I’m too lazy kissing is so personal that a great kiss is different for everyone. So instead I’ll just ask you – have you had a really great first kiss? What was great about it? It’s not Friday, but share a little in the comments.