First Kiss

Kianne came up with this idea. I wasn't sure about it at first, but then we talked and refined it even further. We both decided that our first kiss wasn't exactly earth shattering, nor something we wanted to recall. Neither one of us are too proud about it. So we decided to post our first significant kiss.

Mine happens to be a funny story, well at least I think it is funny. Ayron and I had met on our own but also with some help from mutual friends. At the time, his best friend and my best friend were dating and if we hadn't set ourselves up, they would have.

Ayron and I had been "dating" for about two weeks. We planned a big night out with our co-workers. We all worked at Scott's and most of us were coupled up with other co-workers. Except Sadie and Tim. Ayron got stuck working for part of the night, so we all stopped in to say hi to him, then we went to Pizza Hut. Turns out Ayron had given Tim money to pay for my dinner since he felt bad he had to work. After we ate, we all went back to Scott's and goof around for half an hour still Ayron got off work. All 8 of us trooped back to my house and hung out for awhile. We decided we were going to go bowling. As we were bowling, Ayron reached over and took my hand. This was a first. Of course, all of the other girls noticed and insisted that they had to go to the bathroom and that since they had to go, so did I. We crammed in the nasty bathroom and they were freaking out about it. While Tascha was busy drilling me with questions, Sadie was amazed by the fact that the bathroom had a condom dispenser. Anyway, fast forwarding.

Ayron and I went back to my house and before we got out of the car, he asked if I wanted to "Make it official." To this day, I will not let him live that one down! We ended up going inside and sitting in the living room and watching Ferris Bueler's Day Off till close to 3 in the morning. He made plans to meet me at church in the morning. As I was walking him to the door (I'm laughing in my head right now as I think about this) he leaned in and gave me a hug. As he pulled away, we kissed. Nothing fancy, nothing earth shattering, but it was wonderful.

The next morning as I was getting around for church mom asked me what time I got home and how late Ayron had stayed. When I told her that he left around 3:30 in the morning, she got this worried look on her face, but went back into the bathroom and continued to curl her hair. She stuck her head back out into the hallway, curling iron still stuck in her hair, and said "Well, I think it's time we had a talk." As I was grabbing my shoes and flying out the door (I had to get to church before Ayron so I could fill Leah in on all the details) I shouted, "You're a little late Mom."

I didn't realize that my mom took that the wrong way. She panicked. After church I explained that I was 17 years old and she didn't have to worry about that.