All About MEme Monday : First Kiss N Tell

 

with MommyBrain and SupahMommy

It's that time again!  All About MEme time !  This time Supah and MommyBrain want to dig into your past and unlock that super secret diary post you wrote about in 8th grade.

 Your first kiss. 

 Wait?  Yours wasn't in 8th grade?  SECOND GRADE?  Fer shame !   You can march yourself RIGHT to confession missy!

This week Supah and Mommybrain want to hear a story about your FIRST KISS.

Kiss and tell it all over this web K?

 Use full names if need be to embarass those who kissed you back in 8th grade and later dissed you in 11th grade.

Wait?  That's JUST Supah?

* I'll get you Justin B Runer and  your buck teeth too!  * waiting for Domestic Delinquent to catch that one.

You know how this works right?
Write a post.
Grab our Button-  just copy it.. k?  Supah's too tired to make another button.
Come back on Monday and link up.

If you refer someone and they're hired  they participate we will bestow upon you .... virtual hugs.





xoxox©
supah

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The mother of all kisser stories.

Pucker up.


JB was the proverbial class merry-go-round in 7th grade.  All the girls took a turn on him at some point.   Dont' be durty supah  fools.  It was innocent.  :)


 I was not spared that ride and in fact jumped on that horse as soon as it was finally my turn.  I wasn't a girl that was ever first picked, eventually I would get sloppy thirds or fourths.  It was very helpful to my fragile self esteem.

  " Will you go with me." JB would ask in a folded triangle football note scrawled in a smudged and  lightly penciled handwriting. He always used mechanical pencils.  He was rich, I think.  I had chewed number 2 pencil nubs in my unicorn trapper keeper.   I wanted him for his mechancal pencils, truth be told.  I think he liked my trapper keeper.

His modus operanda.
  While you were starry eyed and dazed from his note  asking for your hand, he would go in for the kill.   Slyly slide you some Hubba Bubba gum in your favorite flavor as you passed in the hall.   He was a sugah daddy long before the term sugah daddy was coined. JB SugahDaddy.

Sold.

At least I was.

A pack of Cherry Cola Hubba Bubba and I was JB SugahDaddy's ho of the week.

 JB SugahDaddy was quiet and standoffish.  Aloof.  He was a nice kid.  Cute too.  But he had the BIGGEST BEAVER BUCK TEETH in the history of BEAVER BUCK TEETH.   Laden with  rows upon rows of metal braces.

Hazard screamed young Supah.   RED FLAG RUN !!

Double issues for me.

1.  I had never kissed a boy.
2.  That was some dangerous Orthodontic  Territory  right thur.   On top of the whole protruding choppers bit.


 I knew I would have to kiss  him.  There was no point to " go-ing" with someone and accepting Cherry Cola Hubba Bubba if you weren't goinna give up a kiss.  I was worried I'd have to give my gum back.

  I was so nervous I had never kissed anything but inanimate objects.    I even kissed my mirror in preperation for the kiss o ' doom.     But how do you prepare for Buck Teeth and braces?  No mirror can help you there people.  Not even Magic Mirror on the Wall.

So I decided to be thorough and I researched. I asked others who had kissed him.  They weren't givin it up.  Something bout pretending that it didnt' happen.

  So researching  didnt' work for me.  Today I bet I could find instructions on google.  How to Kiss someone with BIG BUCK TEETH.

Instead I went to Plan B .   I went right to the source.  I simply just asked him.

* not the best idea in hind sight*

How does one kiss you with your ridiculously dangerous set of choppers JB SugahDaddy?   Is there a method that you've found most reliable?  I'm standing by taking notes.  Perhaps you can draw me a diagram?

He assured me in one of 45 conversations on the phone that we had daily that it was not an issue.
Cocky bastard.

So we planned " it."
We skipped the " Ardmore ROller RinK School Skate Party. " that Friday night.

* rebels


Got dropped off.  And then promptly left with another couple.

* rebels again

 I have NO idea who it was now that I think of it.

* short term memory girl*
We climbed these metal stairs on our way to a park that would host Operation First Kiss.
 A wooded park,  where IT would happen.

   One step at a time  I took those stairs. Impending buck tooth kiss doom.   I was sweatin bullets.  *1st step, 2nd step, 3rd step*... *4th step * I was so nervous   that  * 5th step *...  I didnt' see a HUGE RUSTED metal wire sticking out  *6th step*  OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!  

MAN DOWN !!!



I gouged the shit out of my ankle.  Tore a hunka skin right out.  Hurt like a mutha !

Nothing says sexy like your 7th grade girlfriend bleeding like a stuck pig with possible tetnus.

   I still have a scar on my not a cankle from it.

Yes.  Those pants are bleach stained.  Yes I need a manicure and pedicure.  Back your critical self off.  :)


I got cleaned up by stopping at a friends house and eventually we continued on to the park.  JB obviously wasn't concerned about my ankle that should have had stitches  nor my possible tetnus ridden body.  He was all about Operation First Kiss.

We kissed in a wooded park after much stalling.  It was gross. I had to dive in under those teeth and braces.   I almost lost a lip.


Yah.  Totally special first kiss.   I got lots of bubblegum  and he deemed Aerosmith's " Angel." Our song.   YOU WILL NEVER HEAR THAT SONG AGAIN WITHOUT THINKING OF SUPAH and her Operation First Kiss huh?

* saweeeeet!

* sigh

We broke up a few weeks later.


He was a total ass to me from  10th grade forward though.  Maybe he was pining for me still.   I have a scar that reminds me daily of my first kiss and of HIM.  JB SugaH Daddy.


What was your first Kiss like?  Was it as special as mine.

xoxox©
supah