Technically speaking, this wasn't my first kiss. My first kiss was from the neighbor's 11-year-old daughter when I was seven (I am my father's son). But that was curiosity and silliness. Got my first show and tell with that same girl, too.
I count the kiss in 1977 as my first kiss because it was the first time I knew what it meant. The first time I'd felt that animal attraction to another human being. The first time I thrilled at feeling a girl's soft, warm lips touch mine and felt that urge to hand her my heart to shred for her amusement.
I don't even remember the girl's name now. Kelly. Or Karen, maybe. She moved to another state not long after that. I never saw her again. And somehow through the years her name just didn't seem as important anymore. I still remember that kiss, though.
