My first kiss was very unromantic. My boyfriend at the time and I were sitting on the floor, out backs leaned up against the bottom of the couch (why we weren’t sitting in the couch, I don’t know) watching some kind of sports event on TV. We were at my boyfriends buddy’s house, downstairs in the basement where he and all his friends would always hang out. I personally did not like this room very much because it had no color or character to it. It was full of boring sports stuff like posters and baseball caps. To make matters worse, my boyfriend’s friend was a Broncos fan. There was a huge poster of the Broncos quarterback on the wall right in front of me. I am a big Vikings fan, so having to see the orange and blue on the walls was nauseating.
After a while, a few of the guys went upstairs to grab something to drink from the kitchen. That left me and my boyfriend downstairs all alone. He decided that he wanted to kiss me right there and then, so he did, as we sat on the floor in the too-boyish room watching some sports show. If I remember correctly, it was a pretty long kiss because I remember thinking that I hoped I was kissing okay.
At the moment, I was very happy because I felt like I needed to get my first kiss out of the way. I felt like a lot of girls had already had their first kiss, and then there I was, never been kissed. So it was a new experience, and a big relief. Needless to say, it did not work out between that boyfriend and me, but we are still pretty good friends to this day. He will always be remembered as my first kiss.
