My first kiss probably should have been an episode of "The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl". A very short episode. I was 17 and had just started to date. Before that, it was just chillin with my homegirls and maybe hanging out with this group of guys that we were cool with. Well, I happened to click with one of the guys from that and we started "talking". We went out to eat one night and a good time. On the way back to my parents' house, he offered me a peppermint. I shoulda known something was up. He had some gentleman qualities, so he walked me to the back door. So we were in garage, standing there, doing the " date is over and there's nothing left to talk about, so let's look and smile at each other nervously until one of us does something" thing. Now, imagine this next part in slow motion because that's how it felt to me. He leans in for the kiss and I'm trying to decide whether to stop him, run, or go for it. Too late. There are lips AND tongue on my face. I tried to reciprocate what he did buuuut, I'm pretty sure that just made it even more awkward. It felt like the longest kiss ever (not that I had anything to compare it to). I can only imagine how my face looked... I'm thinking a combo of confusion, terror, and embarrassment. A hot mess. I mumbled thanks and QUICKLY made my exit into the house. He did call again though. Either he had low standards, or it wasn't that bad. I'm going with low standards.
Sexy people rock.