tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post9160042440459478548..comments2023-08-26T07:45:46.514-07:00Comments on The Absurdist: FIRST KISSShelagh McKinlayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12109135739554833294noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-56673592090095070632011-02-20T06:59:33.765-08:002011-02-20T06:59:33.765-08:00I wish clogs would make a come back. There's n...I wish clogs would make a come back. There's nothing like a shoe that doubles as a weapon. I know a stiletto does too, but can't do heels anymore. My first kiss was wet, sloppy & disappointing as the boy was quite a slapper, so I thought he would know what he was doing. I was a late bloomer (almost 16) so I needed to get it over with you see.Laura Tyrrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14763863418016699749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-12727635223801101642011-02-09T09:22:52.960-08:002011-02-09T09:22:52.960-08:00First kisses are nearly always awfull. Mine was a ...First kisses are nearly always awfull. Mine was a slow motion face bump involving a dark skinned amazon named Yvonne who lusted after me when she saw me play the lead in Oliver at secondary school. I remember her turning up at my house clutching a large Cruella DeVille fake ruby ring from woolies. One of those over sized plastic baubles that doubles as a poison dispenser. I digress. The actual kiss was a closed-lip affair and I vaguely remember the smell of Tunes on her breath as we leant into each others faces, as well as the scent of coconut oil in her tight permed hair. The brief affair fizzled out when I failed to get the lead in Annie Get Your Gun. Cowboy (3) doesn't quite cut it in the adulation hit parade. Hey ho.maybepoethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03275272190911837888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-5307124437828060442011-02-09T08:33:28.133-08:002011-02-09T08:33:28.133-08:00Clog boy obviously couldn't resist the temptat...Clog boy obviously couldn't resist the temptation of a kiss from your luscious lips, Shelagh!<br /><br />My first kiss (snog) – although I used to claim that I'd previously kissed a girl who lived on my road, who I had indeed kissed, but I don't recall us having snogged in bed that day – happened on one Valentine's Day when I was either eleven or twelve, behind our form room, which was a sort of mobile, at school. She was a girl about whom my best mate and I were absolutely nuts, and although he'd previously "got lucky" with her, I'd always been shunned. I sent her a Valentine's card this day, and miraculously a whole bunch of girls in our form were egging her on to accept me. So she did, and we kissed, twice. According to one girl I was grunting away like a madman, but I'm sure I wasn't.Miblohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14550043907772015980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-449046747261724339.post-7038399809083292612011-02-09T07:07:47.268-08:002011-02-09T07:07:47.268-08:00Speaking of first kisses and holidays, you remind ...Speaking of first kisses and holidays, you remind me of mine... I was on a school trip, a wonderful trip - a cruise around the Mediterranean! <br />Although some of us were only 15, our accompanying teachers had, in their wisdom, decided to give us all senior passes, which meant that we had a lot of freedom to roam about by ourselves. We had stopped in Naples and my friend Sheila and I had taken the boat over to Capri. We were sitting iat a table outside a cafe, delighted with ourselves, when two dashing Italians (late teens? early 20s?) came and joined us, asking in their best English if we would like them to show us around. <br />Being country kids who had never had to worry about Life, this sounded dandy. After much wandering - and actually, lots of fun! - we ended up at the top of the island looking at the view. My older and more sophisticated friend thought this was the place to dive into a madly passionate kissing session, leaving me and the other guy shuffling our shoes. We looked at them and realized that we were going to be there for awhile, and so he kissed me. Rather sweetly and gently, and I remember thinking that if I had to have my first kiss, there surely could not be a better way to have it!<br />(All further passion was interrupted when we heard the ferry signalling it would be leaving the island! Went scrambling madly down, just managing to catch it, waving goodbye to our "boyfriends")Portiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07276538062160995069noreply@blogger.com