My first kiss was outside my mother’s shop, it was the third attempt of this guy to kiss me.
On his first attempt, I don’t know how but somehow I moved my face seconds before he tried to kiss me, I didn’t plan these. On his second attempt, few minutes after the first one, we were just about to kiss when out of nowhere this dog came running and pass through us, he hated dogs, maybe I should have take this as a bizarre sign (not the fact that he hated dogs but this weird avoiding kiss situations) that he wasn’t good for me. Days or weeks later I can’t recall, we were sitting in my mom’s car outside mi mom’s shop and he lean to kiss me, this time nothing happened, hopping my mother won’t come out I kiss him back. Then he tried to french kiss me but I just kissed him back with mi lips closed. He didn’t try it again. Weeks later we argued basically because he was a junkie, goodbye, nice to meet you, take care.
My first first kiss, as in French kiss, was when I was 15 with my first boyfriend, nothing really special, we were in the cinema, I made a total fool of myself, we kiss, it was boring, really really boring, the best thing came afterwards I was almost in his sit because I was freezing he was hugging me and it was superb, one of the few moments I miss with him.