Fuel

Andrew Huff / November 11, 2011 12:13 AM

Inspired by Niki Fritz's latest Chicago Dating 2.011 column.

I'm pretty sure my first kiss was in 8th grade in the back of my mom's minivan, as she drove several friends, my girlfriend Mandy and me home from the movies. I remember it being very quick, and that there was a lot of awkward giggling afterward -- and that later my mom said she thought Mandy was "too fast."

mary s. / November 11, 2011 9:18 AM

i was a late bloomer - my first kiss was in high school. it turned quickly into a full fledged make-out session. my friend and i had just eaten white castle and were watching what i think was the matrix? he and i are still friends, despite the fact that the smell of white castle just makes me nauseous.

Lisa White / November 11, 2011 1:26 PM

Technically, it was kindergarten. I kissed this kid Michael, who ran away screaming that kissing was gross. He was held back a year in school, and my dad use to joke that me kissing him was the reason why. Haha, very funny Dad.

The first real one was in high school. My first boyfriend and I were listening to Aerosmith and eating McDonalds french fries while hanging out at speech practice after school (SO COOL, right?). To this day the song "Jaded" still reminds me of it. Im still friends with him and we occasionally joke about how corny it was.

air supply / November 11, 2011 10:42 PM

1979,I was 13, on a camping trip in Traverse City MI with my family and another family. The previous summer the boy in the other family and I were very flirty with each other, and I went on this camping trip fully prepared for lots of kissing. But something happened over the course of that year and he turned into a moody weirdo who seemed like he was either mad or afraid of me. So I moved on. There was a teens campfire at the campground and I met a boy there. His name was Todd and he was 17 and beautiful. I told him I was 16 (and looked it) We hit it off and went for a walk in the woods together, ending up on the moonlit beach. We kissed, and then I revealed that I was really only 13 and it was my first kiss. God bless him, he took my hand and led me back to the campfire, and then proceeded to have nothing else to do with me for the rest of the trip. My heart was broken! I spent the rest of the summer mooning around and listening to air supply. It was perfect. I love my first kiss story.