Remember your first "kiss"?

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dibbons

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Too bashful, I guess, to have dated in high school. When I was 19 (1975), I asked a girl to a local dance and when we got back that evening, I parked my 1963 Pontiac Grand Prix in front of her house. Then I got bold enough to ask her for a kiss (she complied, but grossed me out with her tongue). Never dated her again because I started going to the dances alone and meeting prettier girls.

Last night (42 years later) after doing a few internet searches, I found her married name, found her on facebook, and sent her a text message. She moved from Salinas, CA to Arkansas 22 years ago, is married with daughter. She did not remember the "dance" but remembered my name and the place we met (cruising main street). It's amazing what/who I can find when I get bored in the evenings. I am honestly just curious about what happened to all these people I met along the way. (no, I don't tell my wife about these certain "innocent" activities).

Here is the car I was driving at the time:

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nope, we played spin the bottle when I was young, kissed a few on many occasions. I think when I started dating my wife is when I got my first real lasting kiss. 36 years worth.
 
Judy, I was in 1st grade and I was head over feet. That lasted until I met her sister, Gwen.
Then there was a girl, who I swear, I don't know her name was the next one. Not only did we kiss, she taught me that necking was a good thing. We got to 3rd base before I freaked out. I was 12 or 13 and we were doing this in an old van that had been parked in a field. It wasn't right and I knew it.
Then at 16, I met a freak! A girl I started talking to at the Arcade in the mall. Not getting into details, but I had to explain why the headliner was down in the car to my mom. I told her it just fell, didn't know why. Mom gave me a look, but never said any thing else about it.
Dropped her off drunk in front of her house.
One night, never saw that girl again and I wanted to go knock on the door, but never got the courage to do it. (Also the reason I'm seriously considering one of those Ancestry DNA kits) A buddy of mine who was at the arcade that night, was talking about that girl a few years back. Said she couldn't have been more than 14 at the time.
Then I joined the Army! Juicy Girl's (look it up) in Korea, all I'm going to say.
Then my 1st future ex wife. She thought I was a virgin for some reason, and I didn't feel the need to correct her. It worked out for me for few years anyway.
2nd ex wife, she was a cop. I don't talk about her to much. That was my fault 100%. She smoked like a chimney, and could see thru anyone's BS. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was suffering from PTSD and created more stress. We parted ways amicably. My step dad passed away this spring, she sent a card. The card was the first and last I heard from her since 1997.
There were a few other girls here and there between #2 and the the current wife.
The current wife and I have been together for 18 years. She's crazy too, so it works out pretty good!
BTW, I heard Judy passed away this past summer, heart failure. Gwen is doing time for homicide. Ex wife #1, fell over dead with a brain aneurysm.
I hope I didn't cause any of that!
 

5th grade: about busted my lip as I went in for a peck and she did too. That was the first kiss I initiated, I was kissed back in 2nd grade by a few girls (4) who thought it was a game of tag, and I ran alot slower for one of them :-)..Korea? Green street! Imagine window shopping for a 10 minute piece of ***, cuz that's all they gave you.
 
In middle school playing spin the bottle before football practice with a girl named Cory. The next year I had my first kiss with a girl I was dating named Chelsea at a movie theater. Then it was all downhill from there :)
 
Too bashful, I guess, to have dated in high school. When I was 19 (1975), I asked a girl to a local dance and when we got back that evening, I parked my 1963 Pontiac Grand Prix in front of her house. Then I got bold enough to ask her for a kiss (she complied, but grossed me out with her tongue). Never dated her again because I started going to the dances alone and meeting prettier girls.

Last night (42 years later) after doing a few internet searches, I found her married name, found her on facebook, and sent her a text message. She moved from Salinas, CA to Arkansas 22 years ago, is married with daughter. She did not remember the "dance" but remembered my name and the place we met (cruising main street). It's amazing what/who I can find when I get bored in the evenings. I am honestly just curious about what happened to all these people I met along the way. (no, I don't tell my wife about these certain "innocent" activities).

Here is the car I was driving at the time:

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I use to own a 63 Grad Prix, same color , is this a 63 ? My first kiss was in NorWalk Cal, her name was Ginger and yes !! I was about 9 I believe, nothing shy about me just ask my wife of pert near 40 years
 
Summer of 7th grade.

I was tall and mature for my age.

Was hanging out with one of my friends 2 years older brother and sister.

They met up with a friend of theirs, a fairly hot redhead named Dawn, and we all ran around terrorizing the township into the night.

Made out pretty good on the hill overlooking the school.

Never saw her again.
 
That '63 Grand Prix is painted Petty Blue (or close to it) with gold pearl and clear coat (don't think it is the same color).
Ok, looks like the same color from the picture then :thankyou: The 389 4 would push the car very nicely :thumbsup::thumbsup:
 
I do, but what is special to me at my age and life throwing me curveballs is remembering my last kiss.
Day to Day.
 
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