When I was in the seventh grade, I had my first boyfriend and my first kiss. When I look back at that entire situation, all that I can do is laugh because everything about that relationship was so awkward—especially my first kiss with him! Let me tell you about it.
When I was in middle school, I had a crush on this boy who was one of the most "popular" boys in the class. I was really shy, so I would never actually speak to him, only stare (LOL). A lot of other girls liked him too, and they were more outgoing than me so I thought I had no chance with this guy. However, unbeknownst to me, his feelings were mutual. One day as I was packing up to get ready to leave school, he came up to me and asked me to go to the school dance with him.
My reaction when he asked:
I was so shocked when he asked me that all I remember saying was YES! I didn't even try to play it cool, and pretend like I had to think about it, I just blurted out yes!
*Fast forward to the dance*
I arrived at the dance feeling like a bombshell because my mother let me wear heels that night. I still remember what I wore—flare leg jeans, a maroon colored shirt and some black kitten heels (Yep, killing the competition). My crush and I danced together literally the entire night, and needless to say, my feet were killing me by the end of the night. But I didn't care, because at the end of the night, he asked me to be his girlfriend. And of course, I had the same reaction when he asked me to the dance. YES!
I don't remember how long we were actually "boyfriend and girlfriend," but I do know that it was a pretty long time. Like I mentioned earlier, all I can really do is laugh at the awkwardness of that relationship. Even though he was my boyfriend, we never actually spoke to each other in school because I was still really shy around him. Instead, we would just call each other on the phone after school and talk for hours. That is what our relationship consisted of for a very long time, until one day my crush brought up the idea of us kissing. I was only about 12 years old at the time, so the thought of me kissing a boy for the first time ever had me like:
You all are going to laugh at this, but I told him that I needed to ask my mother first. I was always the type of child that liked to have my parents approval before doing things (even still, to an extent). So it was important to me to ask mom if I could have my first kiss with my crush, and she actually said yes. (Yup, I had a cool mom) So I called him up and let me know the good news.
*Fast forward to the kiss*
In middle school, he and I both played basketball for our school's junior varsity teams. We both had games that day, so we planned to meet up outside of the locker rooms and do it there after school. I remember being so nervous and anxious all day—wondering what my first kiss what going to be like. I think that he was nervous too because as we were about to kiss, I noticed that he forgot to wipe the snot that was hanging out of his nose! I was so grossed out, but I did not say anything, I let him kiss me anyway. At that moment in time, I knew that was the most awkward situation that has ever happened to me in the 12 years of my life.
"Are you ready?" He said.
And I was kind of just like:
And it went down exactly like this:
We were together for a couple weeks longer, and then I started to realize that I did not like him anymore. I did not want to have a boyfriend anymore. (Looking back, It was probably that snotty kiss that ruined everything.) I ended up writing him a letter saying that I wanted to break up, and I had a friend give it to him. Yes, awkward, I know! But looking back now, I shouldn't have expected anything less at that age. It is true when you hear people say that first kisses are always awkward. At the time, I was really grossed out by what happened. But now, I can say that I am glad that it happened because it is always going to be a story that I can look back at and get a good laugh.
