One hundred and eighty-seven

In honour of my premier smooch (and that I’m partying in Ohio with my family today), I have a guest post – I asked my first kiss what his first kiss story was.  He responded with two stories: his first peck and his first real kiss (neither as romantic as our first kiss together, in my opinion!)…

My First Kiss by Keven Albers (Keval)

Well let’s see…If I were to think back and indeed I would need to think way way back, I remember my first ever kiss being with a girl who lived next door to me ( the girl next door). I was probably around six and she was… well I know she was older, taller and most likely prettier than me, but if I were to guess her age she could have been eight or so, the point being she knew more about kissing then I did. I used to live in a townhouse complex that had apartments on the very top of the townhouses, and it was in the stairwell from the ground level to the apartments that she and I did the deed. We stood real close together and I had to go on my tippy-toes and she bent forward and our lips meet. Now being that I was an amateur kisser, I did not realize I was to close my eyes as we face planted each other. Although everything was a blur I could see she had her eyes closed while mine were open. Now that I think of it, it reminds me a bit of the movie poster “Eyes Wide Shut” where Nicole Kidman is looking in another direction while going in for a kiss with Tom Cruise…hmmm I guess this explains why her and I never lasted longer than that first kiss.

My second first kiss…Well, being that I was only six or so when I first kissed a girl (her idea) that was more like training wheels for sucking face, but my real first kiss did not come until eleven years later with a girl named Nicole. I was seventeen and Nicole was my first real girlfriend (yep I had a bit of a lull between the girl next door and Nicole), however it was one of our first dates and the night had ended so Nicole dropped me off at my apartment building.  Just before I was to exit the car we kissed (her idea)…this time I closed my eyes, and I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, my heart pounded, time stood still. Her soft moist lips contacted mine, connecting me with a woman for the first time in a way I had never felt before. Now I believe it was only a goodnight kiss but I was euphoric and thunderstruck and I was hooked on kissing girls from there on in.

One hundred and eighty-six

Welcome to First Kiss Interviews

I am so excited for this month and my trip across my beautiful country.  I can’t wait to chat with people across Central and Western Canada and find out their stories of their first kisses.  It might be the server at the pub we stop for lunch at.  Or the gas station attendant.  I might meet a fellow traveler at a camp site and ask them their story.

First, though, I will be spending a few days visiting my family in Ohio and then back in Toronto for a bit, sharing the stories I hear along the way.  If there is anyone who has a really great first kiss story that they would like to share, please e-mail me at, or post on the comments of this page.  I’d like to include as many great first kiss stories as I can.

To start, I will tell my story…

Keven was walking me home after seeing Spice World (yep – Spice Girls the movie) at the Famous Players.  It was snowing out – that light fluffy snow that flutters onto your eyelids and coats the ground in a beautiful white blanket.  Keven let go of my hand and playfully threw a snowball at me.  I threw one back giggling as it hit him in the shoulder.  He tried to tackle me into a snow bank and we both fell to the ground.  At that moment, with the perfect white snow and “so tell me what you want, what you really really want…” still ringing in our ears, he softly kissed me.  My first kiss.  He walked me home and I remember closing the door and immediately picking up the phone to call my friend and rehash every detail.  I was seventeen years old and that was my first real kiss.  I can remember the way I felt, the feeling of the snow, of his lips on mine, the nervousness, the fear I wasn’t doing it right, the excitement that it was finally happening, and the relief that I got it over with.

There are moments in our lives that represent a change in who we are.  Before my first kiss I ran away from boys (yep, literally ran away because I was scared of them – actually sprinted down the street because I didn’t know how to react).  My first kiss gave me confidence and started my life as a woman.  Soon after my first kiss, I met my high school sweetheart that I dated for five years.