You want to be that boyfriend in the middle school class who had zero fear when it came to kissing your girlfriend. Boy, I wish that was the case. I was full of fear. I remember trying to steal a kiss from Meredith K. very distinctively. I was in fourth grade and was very active in my youth group. Meredith was the daughter of Roy, a super tall, slinder general contractor who helped with local missions projects building homes for the needy. Her brown hair, dark skin and long tall thin body made her “check all my boxes” to be my girlfriend.
Fast forward, I had a little five inch notebook that I referred to as my “little black book’ of girls in high school that I tried to call when I wanted to go out on a date. Rarely was a allowed to get out on the weekends, but when I thought I could “go down to sonic” or get out, I would call like mad! One after the other, just going down the list. I would just call down the list, even leaving messages for the to call me back. Kind of like a sales cold call today.
It was a bragging piece at school. But the problem was that I was really just friends with the girls who would share their numbers with me. PS. It was their home number. LOL. Every middle and high school kid did not have a cell phone at that point. I begged, pleaded, and tried to negotiate with mom and dad to let me go “on a date” with Meredith. Just let us go to the movies. PLEASE! “When you are 16 and can drive yourself, you are old enough to go on a date.” What!!! 16 years old!
I had to curb my teenage juices until 16? Oh how I hated that rule. We never became more than two kids who called themselves “boyfriend and girlfriend” and held hands walking down a few halls together. I totally remember walking with her to her class and outside of the gym I swore to myself that I was going to kiss her. I had to find the perfect time to kiss her.
After many times of telling myself that I needed to make the first move, I said to myself, “This is it. Now is the time.” As I hugged her, I remember turning real quick and giving her a peck on the cheek!!! Bahahahaha. I did it! Wahoo! I kissed Meredith. Oh my gosh! It happened. I was so high off of that little peck. Such a big deal in middle school when you give your first peck as a guy.
Then I remember the last day of school, I think I was in 6th grade at the time. It was at Campus I and it was the last day before the summer was about to be let out. I knew I wouldn’t see her for a while because remember I wasn’t 16 and couldn’t take her out on a date and she knew it too.
For some reason, she led me at the end of the school day around to the back side of the school gym. This time was different, she was leading me hand-in-hand. There, when we hugged, she grabbed my jaws between her two hands and my world stopped. She laid a big closed lip wet kiss on my lips and it lasted for a few quick seconds.
We said good bye, and I remember saying to myself, I’ll NEVER wash these lips again! I had just had my first REAL lip kiss, not just a peck on the cheek this time. I had made it to first base. Better late than never….but, I still resent the fact that she had to make the first move and lay the fat wet kiss on me. Oh well, it makes for a good story now, I guess.