Excellent, Tony Love! I loved your post.

My worst kiss ever was the one which could have well been my best. I'd fancied a girl for absolutely ages, and finally got a chance at a relationship. The relationship fizzled out before it began, but our first kiss was really bad due to my nervousness; I went the wrong way and everything, and nearly headbutted her.

When: 7th Grade, so I was 12-13?

Where: Life-Skills class. (Babe City)

Who: The head cheerleader. (I used to be a little ladies man! )

Why: We were playing cards and we started playing War or something like that and somebody said, "Hey, you gotta kiss him on the lips if you loose!" to her. I was letting her win, the gentleman I was, and as soon as I heard that and she agreed to it, thinking it would be an easy win, I let loose and kicked her perfectly toned ass. (Kinda gross to think about her being 12 too but, eh, so was I.) I won and she and I were both nervous with everyone around. So we went into a corner and she gave me a big, wet one. My legs started to give way and everyone watched as I walked out like a drunk. I could not stop smiling. She got too embarassed and left the room, but I just sat there on top of my jelly legs and basked in all the glory of kissing the head cheerleader.

Easily a high point of my life.

The Doc

Auch, that's kinda

Obviously you never met me...

that doesn't count as first kiss.

now, what about that girl you were kissing in that English park?

AND?

what's that? interruptus account?

Oh, so by first kiss you mean the one that meant something; like SC's post?

An extract from a novel I'm currently writing:

They were on their way over. I was hit with a sudden rush of final scene mayhem. I had to act, or risk yet another sleepless night, sleepless week.
“I want something to happen. Now. Today. If I go home without kissing you I’ll go insane.” I grabbed her waist and forced her to turn round, to face me. Our eyes locked. The silence spoke. A husband was on match point; a student was telling a joke. And the thump-thump of my heart was about to explode.
She looked down and away. And then back up.
We kissed.
It was the best kiss of my life, and still is. For what it meant. I can still taste it, feel it, when I close my eyes and imagine that sun. Whenever I’ve walked past that little slope of grass since; how immortalised it has become. It could have gone on forever. All of those games. Cunning texts. Playing with ashtrays. Sleepless nights. It had all come to this. A summer sparked to life, to immortality.

Amazing. Needless to say, I got shivers down my spine. Thanks for sharing it.

Did I miss a meeting or something? I wish someone had told me that the Gangster BB has turned into a wussie board.

you haven't got a clue what I've been through to find out what "wussie" means.
No, don't worry. This is still a true macho men board. Also machos kiss.

Obviously. I prefer modest guys...

It was the summer of '01 and I was 24. I was in Syria, applying for a visa from the US embassy. I met this guy, four years older than me and felt I want to rip his shirt off the moment I laid my eyes on him... I'd never felt like that before, and have doubts that I ever will. We went out every day while he was still there. I had to stay a few days longer. I didn't like my hotel/room and he told me that he'll talk to the hotel manager so that I can move into his hotel and have his room after he is gone. He helped me with my luggage and we had some tea together. I remember I had my hands on the table and he laid his on mine. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, then he pulled my hands up and toward himself and we kissed. I didn't see him after that kiss goodbye. He already had his student visa and was going to study in Indianapolis, Indiana. I was going to work in Alabama. It just couldn't have worked out. It still makes me sad to remember all of these. But that few days in Damascus was probably the best days in my love life.

Shit, Af. Stories like that are awful; chance encounters never given the chance to develop further.

I wonder, if you were determined enough, how difficult it would be to hunt him down...

I was not optimistic that it could've worked out. He was going to study aerospace. That would've kept him busy enough not to think about any girl at all. Also on my part, it was quite impossible to find a job out there. Working visas are very restrict, they issue the visa for a certain employer, that means if you decide to change your job you'd have to apply for another visa. Each visa used to cost around $1000 plus $3000 attorney fees for the employer, and the one I found made me pay for the visa myself. Had I found another job in Indiana, it would've been another $4000 on top of the one I already had to make payment for it. That's if I was lucky enough to find a job offer that would consider hiring a Middle Eastern, after Sep. 11.