Tuesday, June 14, 2011

My First Kiss


I like telling stories.

But - I especially like reading other people's stories. Blogs are such a great way to connect with others and learn more about people in general. I love knowing that I'm not alone in the world, that there are so many other people out there struggling with the same pitfalls and struggles that I am. You are never alone!

Although I think I do a pretty good job at it already, my goal is to be more authentic. I want to be more open and honest in everything I do. It's so refreshing to meet people who are like this, no?
So... let's start with a story. Maybe even a personal one or two.
(I have a VERY personal one saved in drafts... scared of who may read it though. Maybe one day I'll find my bravery)

When I was 19 I got my first kiss.
Yep, I was 19!

I used to be soo embarrassed of this fact, but the truth is... I held out for it. I remember telling boys, "NO" (sometimes quite forcefully).

I knew they weren't going to be my "first kiss story" and I was happy to wait for a special one.

Well, I waited for that special one. I'm happy I did and I'm pleased with how everything happened.

Boy and I had dated in high school, but never kissed then. I was always putting it off, just waiting for the right time. Anyways, our paths crossed again when he was about to leave on his mission and I was about to go to Florida.

It was December and we had just finished a perfect date walking around looking at temple lights, holding hands and glowing. He bought me hot chocolate at Starbucks and drove me home to my parents house (I can't remember why... I think I was staying there for the weekend).

Boy walked me to the door and we dropped my bags off. I walked him back to his car. Suddenly, I knew it was coming, and I was finally ready. We kissed and it was nice. Not perfect or mind blowing... but nice.

I ran up to my mom's room and woke her up to tell her. Yes, I tell my mom everything. She laughed and went back to sleep.

Soon I received a text, "Wow, you're a GREAT kisser."

Boy did NOT know that he was my first kiss, nor will he ever know. Of course, more kissing followed... but I still savor the mentality that my kisses are special. I reserve them for special occasions, for special people.

We're up to 5. Yep, I'm 22, and I've kissed 5 boys in my entire life. I wouldn't trade those kisses (in some cases, lots of kisses) for anything in this world. I don't regret them and I certainly don't regret waiting or being choosy.
It's okay to say no.

It's okay to be that "prudeish" girl (even though you're actually NOT)

Listen to your heart, and it will guide you.

xoxo.

2 comments:

Mrs. Ali said...

I've only kissed 3 guys, and I married guy number 3 ;) He says that his kisses were what won me hahahaha so NOT true.

But I agree that you shouldn't waste your kisses on just anybody. My sister-in-law still hasn't kissed a boy and she's 20! So I think it's a more normal thing than we realize ;)

Bunny said...

Awe so sweet! And nothing to be embarrassed about waiting! I was 21 when I had my first kiss. I'm now 25 and I've only kissed two boys.