My first love and my first kiss happened in what feels like two separate lifetimes. My very first kiss takes me back to fourth grade and my birthday party (around my 9th). It was with my kind of boyfriend as far as 9-year-old relationships go, in the predictable cut the cake scenario, you know if the knife comes out dirty you have to kiss the closest boy or girl. Matt and I had only held hands up until then, and to be honest holding hands was kind of a big deal! Needless to say when we pecked each other on the lips we both got giggly and red faced as all my girlfriends of the time pulled Oh.My.God faces and laughed liked it was the craziest thing they had ever seen. Mum has a photo of the moment somewhere actually, one girlfriends expression is absolute gold, I'll have to try and dig it up when I'm back in Melbourne. Anyway that 'relationship' didn't stand the test of time, I called it off, probably because it was moving way too fast and kissing boys was disgusting. Matt now goes by the name 360 and apparently is a big deal in the Aussie rap scene.
Moving on to what some may argue is my first 'real' kiss, you know the first one with tongue and saliva and all that magical stuff. It was such a sham, and I was terrified to kiss anyone again for the next couple years; seriously you only need ask my boyfriend of a few weeks in year 9, I was scarred by that experience. He was an Eminem wannabe - don't laugh that was the thing at the time - and basically it was really wet, and not in a good way. It was as though he was spitting in my mouth and he thought it was sexy, it was anything but, but how was I to know the difference? Horrible, just horrible. I was sure I'd die a virgin after that incident. As it turned out my second french kiss was delightful after I made him wait all those weeks for a smooch. Kissing has definitely gained its appeal over the years, it's one of the best things in the world when it's done right. It can even be that good that you forget about the dreaded pash-rash and severely chapped lips.
When it comes to discussing my first love it isn't quite so simple as there is two particular loves, one being the real deal and the other being a blissful ignorance. My first boyfriend was everything I could have asked for in an introduction to a semi-adult relationship, we were happy and had loads of fun together. Everything was a laugh and we never once had a fight or argument. I thought it was love at the time, looking back I know it wasn't real love, but instead the perfect balance of lust and friendship. To this day I'm still happy with that relationship, even though it got a little messy emotionally that one time and we did the breakup makeup dance a couple times over. I haven't had an official boyfriend so to say since that one and only, but I've dated some great guys that would have made wonderful boyfriends no doubt if our timing had been better. The funny thing about meeting someone (seemingly) perfect is that that's not always enough, timing can be an absolute bitch.
My first and only real love to date was the most imperfect perfect guy, and I still have a great amount of love for him now, and it wouldn't surprise me if I always do - he was my first true love after all. I really hope that we remain friends forever, because I could never get bored of his imagination nor would I tire of our brains hanging out. He's just an awesome dude, and I have all the time in the world for an individual like him. He is also the reason I wrote the very first paragraph of the novella I've been in and out of working on, so you know I can't not be grateful for that, I'm proud of what I've produced there - even if it's taking me a lifetime to finish it! Cheers dude :)
Over all I wish every guy I've ever dated and known the best of luck in finding that right person, and I hope that that old bitch timing doesn't shit allover your parade. You were all wonderful in your own way and you deserve to feel firework inducing happiness. Even that slobber gangster that I frenched with in year 7 - I still convulse when I think of that - even that guy deserves a little loving, I'm sure he meant well... I wish I could have told you that my first kiss and love made me weak at the knees, and fireworks exploded in the heavens, and we shared a milkshake with straws, and we roller-skated hand in hand, and it was epic! But unfortunately it wasn't a fairytale. But that's okay because I will have that one day, and in the meantime I'll roam free and continue to meet wonderful folk along the way. And one day I'm sure I'll have some cheesy arse fairytale love to sing about, inducing involuntary projectile vomit. How romantic.
Day 10 down, 20 to go.
&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.
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