I know we have all experienced this to some extent, but I just had a major dose of visiting a place from childhood and it appearing much smaller now. Before driving to Michigan yesterday I went to pick up my dry cleaning and it was not ready. We had a major power outage in North Carolina and therefore the cleaners were unable to wash my dress shirts. I have a large meeting to go to in New Orleans on Monday. Therefore, I need to buy a couple of dress shirts. I headed to the mall that I grew up going to. When I was a kid the mall seemed enormous. I could get lost in it, however now it seems rather small and somewhat pathetic as far as malls go.
There used to be a Burger King in the mall. When I was 12 years old, my mom drove me and my first "real" girlfriend to the mall so we could hang out and see a movie. We were joined by my pal Dave. His girlfriend, Natalie was supposed to join us but she went to the wrong mall (Dave was bummed but should have been clearer).
We three went to the burger king for some food. When we were done eating, Dave went for seconds. I looked at my girlfriend and turned beet red, "want to?"
With that we were making out in the Burger King.
It was so romantic.
That Burger King is now a hair salon. It may seem small now, but it still holds one of my biggest memories.
What about you? When, where, how old were you?
Aside: she is still a friend to this day, as are Dave and Natalie. Gwendolyn (my 12 year old kissing partner) turned out to be a really beautiful woman. Actually, so did Natalie. Dave and I knew how to pick them.
I actually have pictures of the place, an old abandoned barn overgrown by blackberry bushes: The actual kiss happened while sitting on these bales of hay: I was 17. It was our first time hanging out alone and the pretext was taking pictures of the barn (these pictures were taken on that very day). I tried marijuana for the first time in the same abandoned barn and with the same girlfriend. I miss that barn.
Wow, that is decidedly more romantic and picturesque than Burger King.
Last April, about 100 yards behind where this was taken. psst birchbarkcanoe remember this?
7th grade. Waiting for the bus to take me home after school. Made out with a slightly cross eyed girl. Got bitched at by a teacher who observed us. Didn't care. Smiled for like two days. Last I heard the girl was a day shift stripper. Got the cross eyes worked out though, so good and bad.
Row 5 center, the High Society Cinemas, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. Said cinemas closed a year after I graduated, thereby cursing a town of 20,000 people to drive an hour if they wanted to see a movie. They are now dark, windowless, available office space. The girl was the first in a long descent of questionable choices. She was between bouts with her One True Love, a kid I hung out with who dropped out and ran away several times. Due to an unfortunate sitting-on-a-hibachi incident when she was a toddler she had a permanent waffle pattern on her ass and thighs. My comprehension of National Lampoon, BTTF Part II and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade were low for many years because my formative experiences with each involved licking tonsils. From her I moved on to a girl who claimed Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper" was our song to a girl who was so stupid she spelled my 4 letter name with 6 letters (but had great breasts) to a pathological liar with awesome tits and a squished barbie doll face who overdosed on heroin a mere 3 years later. There was a brief, shining 3 month period where I actually dated a girl with an intellect and a future but I dumped her because she went to church. Facebook friends with the smart girl. She went a lot more religious and has seven kids in Hawaii. Waffle-butt vanished into the aether. Blue Oyster Cult... well, there's a history there. The stupid one held up a gas station for meth money, last I heard. The dead one died a day before Thanksgiving; her brother shot himself the day before Christmas. Not all memories are created equal.
Lmfao at Waffle Butt, holy shit man that's funny. Thank you for sharing. I had a girl that I could have dated and who knows, I might have ended up with but she was also "too religious." -an amazing human being, very pretty and a lot of fun. I passed though, I was intimidated by her virtue. Years later she ended up introducing me to my wife.
At some high school band pool night party. My eyes were so wide, it was the longest three seconds of my life. 0/10, would not first kiss again.
Don't listen to Green. Better places for a first kiss: Under a highway overpass In your mom's basement Classroom. Bonus points if its in one of your classes. Extra bonus points if it's in your classroom, while class is going. In your room, but only if you have a chaturbate stream going Mordor
If this thread has taught you anything, it's to avoid Burger King as your spot and to opt for an old barn, a wooded clearing or a bale of hay. Good luck!
7th grade, in a school bus. Her name was Dena. We were on the way back from an 'away' basketball game, and we were fans they shuttled over. I wasn't into watching basketball, but Dena was. I recall wondering if I wasn't a good kid. I must have kissed more different girls in the next two years than any other two in my life. Spin the bottle was featured at every 7 and 8th grade party I went to. That resulted in my first french kiss, in 8th grade.
Sitting on top of this sign for my high school. A very happy memory. Coincidentally, if you turned that image around, you'd be looking at the place that holds all the worst memories and traumas of my life: my father's house. Actually, thanks to modern technology, you can do that.
Sentimentalski? New Year's Eve, the living room, family home: I am probably 12, maybe 13. My older brother was having a party. I got the idea to put confetti into an old fashioned hair dryer we had. The plan was to turn the hair dryer on at midnight and blow confetti all over the place. One of my brother's friends joined me in carrying out this plan. The hair dryer looked something like this: I have no idea exactly where we put the confetti. Amazingly, it worked, and as the confetti blew about, we kissed. He inherited his father's fur coat company. We are still friends. If hubski had the "invite" function in menu, we could send this thread to these various people (except maybe kb)
Mine was in the parking lot at the Amtrak station in midtown Rochester, NY. This was the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, 1998. I was 23. She was turning 40. That's right: I had a college diploma before I had my first kiss. Losing my virginity to "an older, international woman" sounds a lot classier than "a soccer mom from Toronto".
Sophomore year at a party. It was Homecoming I think. Was going through my "aren't I so fucking cool?" coke phase. Had just done some bumps and numbies upstairs so I was flying. Hooked my arm around this drunk girl I'd been flirting back and forth with for years and let it loose. Afterwards she told me her lips were numb. I wonder where Rachel is these days. Not very romantic I guess.
First kiss too embarrassing to recount, but I do wanna talk about this, because the opposite has happened to me. When I went to Egypt when I was ten, my memories afterward were that the pyramids were all pretty close to each other, as was the sphinx. Which made going again two years ago mind-blowing in a way. I think my 10 year old brain just couldn't comprehend that massive, endless, expansive sea of sand, so it put everything close together. But all of that shit is actually REALLY far from each other.I know we have all experienced this to some extent, but I just had a major dose of visiting a place from childhood and it appearing much smaller now.
My first real kiss was in the small patch of woods that stands behind the subdivision in which I grew up. It was trick or treat in 8th grade, and I was with a group of friends. I was dressed up as a homeless guy, and she was a stick figure (all black body suit and glow-in-dark tubing stuff attached). That little patch of woods is full of memories, actually. It was the neighborhood's go-to spot to do anything you didn't want your parents to see or find out about. We built fires, smoked our first joints, made out, etc. I suspect any day now they'll bulldoze it to squeeze in more houses.
At a house party. The girl I made out with was someone I had a huge crush on, but who was 'on a break' with my best friend at the time. She turned out to be a really horrible person the more I got to know her. Eventually, it got to the point where she'd be flirting (heavily) with me one minute, and then calling me a stalker and telling me to go kill myself the next. She and her friends also started to bully me rather badly in school and when I reported everything that happened to my teacher, they simply got off with a rather informal warning. After a couple of years, she actually added me again on Facebook. I still accepted her friend request because maybe she was willing to apologise to me, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I think we spoke once or twice since. Half of me actually wanted to confront her about it there and then.
DO IT. Those are the worst kind of people and they need to remember their bullshit so they can be slightly less horrendous and a bit more self-reflective. Not doing it lets the "kids will be kids" bullshit spread, naw'mean. Just my 2 cents, though, haha.Half of me actually wanted to confront her about it.
My first kiss was at Disneyland Paris, just after riding the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. I was 15 and I met a polish girl there, and it happened. It was kinda surreal.
When I was 5 my best friend was the little girl next door. We found my dad's porn stash and a day or two after, I kissed her on the porch of our duplex. This led to a talk with the girl's parents and the first time my parents talked to me about how porn and real life are different.
This led to a talk with the girl's parents and the first time my parents talked to me about how porn and real life are different.
The first time... how many times did they have to have this conversation with you?
On my couch in my bedroom. It wasn't too bad, a quick peck. We didn't date long, which was for the best. Lovely girl though, we're still friends and hang out occasionally.