We were out on a date. In my Daddy’s car. We hadn’t driven. Very Far.
Oh wait that was the Last Kiss. Sorry.
Back in the 60’s there was a phrase – “Sweet Sixteen and Never Been Kissed.” I don’t know when or where it came from, but as an insecure teenage girl I figured it meant if you hadn’t been kissed by the time you were 16…well. you were doomed. An old maid. No hope. Your life was over. I seriously believed that. Especially since all of my girlfriends had been kissed and I was the only one left. Or so I thought.
My role in high school was not the “hot” cheerleader or the Homecoming Queen or Miss Popularity. I was always the “go-between”. Boys would talk to me. They just wanted me to find out if so-and-so liked them and if they would go out with them. Sometimes I would deliver notes from some boy to another girl, all the while wishing that boy was interested in ME! Even when I was 10 years old I never won the Barbie board games and got the Dream Date. I always ended up with Poindexter.
I always had a date to Homecoming but it was because of hard work and diligence and I am pretty sure I was the one doing the asking. Junior Prom? I went with my good friend’s cousin. The Sadie Hawkins Dance was a relief because it was “Girls ask Guys”.
I had a crush during freshman and sophomore years that I could not get over. It was going nowhere but I couldn’t see it. I had already mapped out my life with this crush and in my mind it was so real. We had dated a couple of times but I use that term loosely… neither of us had a driver’s license yet so the dates were just get-togethers at a friend’s house or a school dance after a football game.
Finally the day came where we were actually “going out” with another couple (who could drive) . I really don’t even remember where we went or what we did but we ended up at Frog Ditch. Frog Ditch was just what it sounded like. A creek full of frogs on a back road. A local Lover’s Lane. We went “parking”.
So while they were occupied, my crush and I just talked and listened to music. I was perfectly content. Gradually though, my crush began to shift around a bit and soon had his arm around me. We snuggled for a while. This was all new territory to me. I was not at all sure what to do next, if anything. So I stared straight ahead, trying not to watch the activities of the front seat couple but not really wanting to turn and look at my crush. I was nervous. I was scared. I had no clue. Then he took his hand and turned my face toward his and it happened. First Kiss. The Hollies were singing “Ridin’ Around on a Carousel” .
My crush continued to snuggle and kiss, but all I could think of was….. “Thank goodness. I have been kissed. Check that off the list. My life is NOT over.
Then, it was time to head home. You can only run the car radio for a while before the battery starts to go down….. so we all straightened ourselves up and headed toward home. My crush walked me to the door and kissed me goodnight.
On Monday, back at school, it was like nothing had happened between us. Things were back to the way they were. I think that’s when I realized this relationship was going nowhere. It was time to move on.
Just a little over a year later, I would meet the “real” crush of my life and have the first “real” kiss from the guy that I still kiss goodnight. His name was NOT Poindexter.
Do you remember your first kiss?