Comments | verano: I called my momma she was out for a walk so I consulted a cup of coffee but it didn't want to talk.

verano

I called my momma she was out for a walk so I consulted a cup of coffee but it didn't want to talk.

Mar 17, 2003 14:47

a friendly sort of walk for two says poor bear, and i agree... but I plan to recognize that the tracks in the snow are my own ( Read more... )

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The Polish Lightning Has Returned! anonymous March 17 2003, 20:16:05 UTC

The first person I really loved... Julie. Still do. Yeah I know, it's cheesey, whatever. First kiss... On a boat, in the middle of an undisclosed lake in the middle of summer. It was out of nowhere really, she just kissed me. We made out for about a half hour after that, then her dad and grandpa came up next to us on their boat... Just a little embarrasing. Had many kisses since, but that was by far the most memorable. I know, I'm not all descriptive and such like Summer, but you'll just have to trust me. Now that I've said this, it's time for others to ante up.

wow....memories! princesspj932 March 18 2003, 05:32:26 UTC

I remember that day summer...You were giddy as all get out when I saw you...it's funny cuz you described it way back then exactly the same as you just did. I guess moments like that can never be forgotten...even when we sometimes want to! :) I have had two loves...one way more intense than the other...obviously since i'm still becoming more and more in love with him everyday! :)

I love you and miss ya summer...I'm glad you had fun on your little trip :)

love~pumpka

Re: wow....memories! verano March 18 2003, 07:59:09 UTC

come on, first kiss story!

ex_verite649 March 19 2003, 10:31:13 UTC

First best kiss--I was fifteen, he was eighteen. He was a boyscout, virgin, hockey player, and the only reason I knew him was because a friend of mine was friends with HIS friend, Mikey. So Mikey came down from Grand Rapids with this guy, and all of us went out to see a show and just hang around town. He and I talked on a couch for a long time, and we flirted, and everything was awsome and perfect. We all got slurpees and he drove me home, and walked me up to my porch, where we dawdled. And I said, "Are you going to kiss me? Cuz if you're not, I'm not going to let you leave." And he smiled a coy smile and walked towards me and gave me the sweetest kiss ever--his lips were closed and he tasted cold and like cherry slurpee. It was amazing...I don't remember if I slept that night. ;)

Of course, he's married now and with a little baby. So boo on him. But damn, that's still my favorite kiss.