They say we`re young and we don`t know
Won`t find out untill we grow
Well I don`t know baby that`s true
'Cause you got me and baby I got you
Babe, I got you babe, I got you, Babe.
They say our love won`t pay the rent
Before it`s earned our money`s always spent
I guess that`s so, we don`t have a lot
But at least I`m sure of all the things we got
Babe, I got you babe, I got you, Babe.
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Good morning, everyone! Another beautiful September morn, almost as nice as the one painted by Paul Émile Chabas, and not nearly so controversial. Steaming mug of Fortnum & Mason's "Royal Blend" tea to start off the day... no deeds to do, no promises to keep... Play Day!
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Originally Posted by maianhvk
A question for all of you... two, actually.
Do you remember your first kiss? How was it?
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I guess I shouldn't ask if you remember your first girlfriend then 
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I was on my way to bed when I answered the question last night, and claim Bombay Sapphire for my trite answer. To be more factual...
The first girl I ever kissed (other than my mother) was Phyllis Benjamin, who promptly punched me in the stomach. We were eight years old. The next day I gave her a plastic ring and asked her to marry me. She threw the ring into the gutter and punched me in the stomach again. Fortunately, she stopped punching me by the time we reached Junior High. We have remained friends ever since. In fact, I have had her latest e-mail in my in-box for the past few days from her that I need to respond to. These days we write back and forth 5-6 times a year.
The first girl I ever 'really' kissed, and who actually kissed me back was named Gloria Garber. We were 12 years old, campers at a children's summer ranch camp in New York State, called Circle S Ranch. In fact, it was she who initiated the kissing. Scared the hell out of me! We sat under a tree and played kissy-face for what seemed like the whole night (but in fact was probably only an hour. You don't get much unsupervised time when you are a 12-year old camper...) Gloria became my girlfriend for the rest of the summer, and we 'practiced' kissing when ever we could. (I managed to overcome my fear...) When camp closed at the end of August, I never saw nor heard from Gloria again. Probably just as well... She could swim faster than me, beat me in Indian Wrestling, and ate more than I did.
I'm going to make another mug of tea and see if I can track down Gloria with the internet...
Stitchawl