My first kiss was on new years day. Not at midnight, like I had wanted, but at 7:00 in the morning. I really liked this guy from my high school band (he played trumpet, and I clarinet) and he invited me to his church's lock in party. I, like the lovesick puppy I was, agreed. We stayed up (almost) all night playing Risk, watching Anamaniacs, and watching people play guitar hero. Anyway, we held hands while watching the tv show, and I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder when we were watching people play guitar hero. When he drove me home at 7am, I leaned over and gave him a kiss. If I remember correctly, he said, " I was wondering when you were going to do that." Uhg. We dated for a while after that, but it wasn't long before he broke up with me because he thought I was too young. I was a Freshman and he was a Senior at the time. Now I've been with my boyfriend (one of his friends from high school) for two years. We're the same age difference (three year s) but for us, it works. My first kiss with him, instead of feeling awkward, felt... perfect. Passionate, and... right. I just had to kiss a few frogs before I found my prince. ^.^