Unlike Football Nerd leaving this world owing me Red Lobster & a massage, I've never squelched on a bet.
So, to honor this bet, I will tell you guys about my first kiss. Actually, it was two of them. I don't count the first one but it is apart of the bet.
First Grade: Read before you judge. In elementary school, I got to school 5- 10 minutes before the first bell. We lined up on the blacktop when it rang and a principal would tell us when to go. This day I got to the blacktop and stood against this air unit building that my grade stood next to before the bell. This boy in my class named James (I don't remember his last name) ran up to me & started humping me. I said get off me & he kisses & puts his tongue in my mouth.
I took my book bag (similar to the picture) and hit him a few times in the head. One of the fasteners cut his ear & he was bleeding. All I heard was "Why you hit him"? "Ooh, you gonna get it". "She wasn't playing". & "She didn't know this was the house". I knew I wasn't in trouble. It was self-defense. I was ready to tell my side. James went to the nurse when the bell rang. He came to class with a band-aid in his ear. He knew he couldn't tattle. I've not seen James since the first grade. And I have a feeling with the years passed, I can't file sexual harassment. I didn't know they were playing the game, "Hide & Go Get It" for several years.
9th Grade: Fact: Freddy Krueger taught me the basics of french kissing. So, I didn't do it, boyfriend or not. Then blog name, Peter changed my views. Somehow I got to high school and thought the "boys pulling the girls they liked hair" phenomena stopped there. Peter & I had 5th period English class with a teacher who only taught for 15 minutes. After that, we were then left to our own devices. Peter would say dumb immature jokes to & about me lots of times. So, we would in up in an insult battle, I would haul off a "F*** You" and he would end it with asking "When". Then I ignored him until I guess he moved on with life. I had Mr. 15 Minutes for the next period, History. It was nothing for me to go to the restroom or the vending machine room in the Rec room after he taught. One day, I went to the vending machine to get some junk. Peter walked in.
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hug"?
I gave him a one-arm hug. He embraced me with both arms and kissed me. In my head, I said, "Oh my God, I'm tongue kissing". I started laughing because of that and he stopped. One of my History classmates walked in and I walked out & went to class.
Peter & I kissed a few more times after that in the semester. Then we stopped. Peter transferred to a school in one of the Southern county suburbs. I saw him once at a house party in that area a summer later. We said hey in passing. I looked him up before doing this post. He died in the Iraq War. RIP Peter
I would've never told this in a post. Even though I love the movie, Never Been Kissed, I always see the goofiness all over those stories. I see goofiness all in mine. Heck, I don't even actually count 1st grade. I wasn't even a participant, in my opinion. But a Bet is a Bet!!!
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