From the notebooks: first kiss
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pjthompsonI wrote this for a message list I was on at the time. The subject being, naturally, first kisses.
From April 1995:
Danny was a real ladies' man. All the girls warned me about him. In fact, they said he was liable to do unspeakable things to me, like he'd done to them. I had my eye on him. I wasn't going to let him anywhere near me: I didn't want the skirt of my dress pulled up so he could see the color of my underwear, and I certainly did not want any boy chasing me around the Kindergarten play area while the other boys screamed encouragement and the girls giggled. I was bigger, faster, stronger than those other girls. He'd never catch me!
But my day of reckoning came. Danny stalked towards me, his intentions made clear by the puckering of his lips. I ran: under the Horizontal Ladder, through the Jungle Jim, into the sandbox kicking up grit I hoped Danny would suck in through his pucker. I managed to elude him longer than any other girl, until his buddies got tired of watching me run and blocked my escape. Danny had me cornered against a wall. He advanced with a cocky air though I told him I'd make him pay. He didn't believe me, and planted a wet one on my lips while everyone shrieked and he laughed in victory. After I wiped my mouth, I socked him so hard he landed on his butt and the teacher came running to take us both by the arm.
Fortunately, kisses I experienced later in my life were not nearly as disagreeable. But Danny never tried it again.
From April 1995:
Danny was a real ladies' man. All the girls warned me about him. In fact, they said he was liable to do unspeakable things to me, like he'd done to them. I had my eye on him. I wasn't going to let him anywhere near me: I didn't want the skirt of my dress pulled up so he could see the color of my underwear, and I certainly did not want any boy chasing me around the Kindergarten play area while the other boys screamed encouragement and the girls giggled. I was bigger, faster, stronger than those other girls. He'd never catch me!
But my day of reckoning came. Danny stalked towards me, his intentions made clear by the puckering of his lips. I ran: under the Horizontal Ladder, through the Jungle Jim, into the sandbox kicking up grit I hoped Danny would suck in through his pucker. I managed to elude him longer than any other girl, until his buddies got tired of watching me run and blocked my escape. Danny had me cornered against a wall. He advanced with a cocky air though I told him I'd make him pay. He didn't believe me, and planted a wet one on my lips while everyone shrieked and he laughed in victory. After I wiped my mouth, I socked him so hard he landed on his butt and the teacher came running to take us both by the arm.
Fortunately, kisses I experienced later in my life were not nearly as disagreeable. But Danny never tried it again.
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Date: 2009-05-22 01:17 am (UTC)I'm not sure if I think that's a good thing.
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