Greetings and Salutations and Welcome to Auctorial Flights of the Imagination.
This is the first official blog for a book that I have been working on for a while. I've actually branched a single thought into several story lines that will eventually become other books. Yes, I am a closet writer....OK now that you've snickered at that thought, there are a few friends that know of my secret passion and I have from time to time passed along bits and pieces for them to read. Why am I peeking out of my dark writing place now??? Well I was dared by a friend,,,and he will remain nameless for the time being, but I will be tossing shameless plugs in regards to his projects on a daily basis....Ok I probably just gave away who it is to mutual friends....
So on and upward to today's question:
Do you remember true loves first kiss?
I do....and I was 15 and he was 18. Ok, I know roll your eyes, but I was smitten....
He was sweet and was my first real heart pattering crush, that became what love is at that age and then when the summer ended moved on.... I have on occasion wondered if he did what he said he was going to do in regards to college and then after.
So dear readers, I'm asking you to share with me your first kiss and in return, I will share with all of you a small peek of my main characters (Rebekah and Brian)....and their first kiss.....
Hmm.. my first real kiss?
ReplyDeleteIt might be hard to imagine, but I wasn't always the Casanova most know today. I was a shy geek. I never had much luck with girls back in the old school days.
My first real kiss happened when I was 19. I started seeing a girl I worked with who was a senior in high school. Someone told me that she liked me, so I, totally out of character for me, asked her if this was true. We talked after work, and well.. it just happened.
Wow. Wolf goes for "real" kiss. Does that mean kindergarten doesn't count? I was an early bloomer and certainly thought I was in love then.
ReplyDeleteOf course, if we're going by "tongue" ;), my first "real" kiss was in 11th grade and I was sooo inexperienced and she was soooo not. She was, in fact, my elder by two years, and I think she was put off by the fact that I didn't know what the hell I was doing. There was no love involved, I just thought she was fun.
If we've going by "twue wove", then it would have to be a year later when I was with my first serious girlfriend, whom I actually loved rather than just convinced myself I loved because I wanted to sleep with her and thought that was a moral prerequisite. It was passion and chemistry and, damn, I did want to sleep with her, but it was so much more than that.