December 4, 1995.
Some dates you just remember. The day of my first kiss. First real kiss. Not a kiss with Andy in Kindergarten, Chris in 1st grade, Nathan in 5th grade, or Tony in 6th grade. This was my first kiss not as a kid (well, technically I was still a kid-teenager). It was in the evening. I was standing outside my garage with "Charlie" (name changed to protect the innocent). He was going to kiss me on the cheek, because he wanted to wait until I was sixteen to give me a real kiss (thoughtful, I know). Well, devil that I am, when he went in for a quick peck on my cheek, I turned my head and it happened. On the lips. I felt all goose-bumpy and special. I guess you never forget your first love. Maybe it's the new feelings of a first love. They're so innocent and exciting. I remember them. After that first boy I can count on one hand (3 fingers, exactly), how many boys I kissed before Ben. Now, if you were to ask Ben the same question, I don't think he could give the same answer. Not enough hands for my sweet, ladies' man (I'm slightly teasing, maybe only one hand short:)). Funny, the things we remember.
EDIT: okay, I had a little reminder from my dearest friends of my youth (and still dearest, today). There were FOUR, not three. They think more, I'm waiting to hear back who they THINK I kissed. Thank heavens for friends, right?