The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dork

[slipjig3]

domani suggested that I write about my first kiss.

Oy.

Honestly, I don't even remember her name. It was a cast party for a dinner theatre production of Biloxi Blues I was in as a high schooler. I played Arnold Epstein; she played Daisy Hannigan. I was 17; she was 26. It was a classic "no meaning behind it whatsoever" thing, almost as a joke, and I had no clue of how to handle it. My friend Nic almost fell down the stairs, he was laughing so hard when I told him.

The second kiss, I don't even remember. Or the third. I just know that they were inconsequential and awkward. Yay, puberty.

The first French kiss, however? That was Jenny, two years later. She would later become my first girlfriend. Much more pleasant.


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Comments

[chris-walsh.livejournal.com]

So...how well-versed in kissing do you think you are now? (Others may chime in if they like...)

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Hard to say. I've not kissed myself as of yet.