You can remember the second and the third and the fourth time, but there's no time like the first. It's always there.
They say the third is the charm. However, isn't the first time the whole deal? I mean we tend to suck or there's the slight chance we don't. That's a thing to remember. Our perception of things is changed forever once we go through an experience for the first time. It's just wonderful.
I still remember many first times with things. Those are precious memories that maybe didn't happen as I recall them, but that's how the brain works things. Golden memories are lovely lies. There's the time I went to the market, my first beer, the trip abroad, first international concert, falling off my bike, being scared of dogs, and so on. All of those times are written the slab of my memory. But I digress, let me tell you the story about my first kiss.
By the moment we give our first kiss, we have received a lot of kisses. Most of them come from members of our family. This give us more or less an idea of the whole thing. We have also seen plenty. So, it's also a plus.
This story sets us in the early 2000's back when I was still in Elementary School. 5th grade was the year I got into poetry and began my slow descent into being too intense for my own good. You might remember my childhood love, Cristina. Well, it wasn't with her. By the time this happened, she wasn't around anymore. That was a bummer. It also began my period of being awkward as hell. I think it's because she was the only girl that made me feel comfortable. We had been friends since kindergarten.
So, who was the girl? I won't tell names, but she was one of the cool kids' club. Those pesky things that helped also those they deemed worthy, but didn't hesitate to point out all those who didn't help their non-charitable causes. Self-righteous pricks!
Anyhow, we had met and at least we were kind enough to each other. She was kind of tomboyish during that time. What did I like about her? She had an incredible Mezzo-soprano voice. That kind of voice that's made of velvet and can melt you like a cone when there's a lot of wind. I had tried my best to flirt and get something going. Don't ask me how. I know my ways with charm now. Back then, it was all lame. I could give my younger self some pointers on what not to do.
I kept at it for some time. She was the kind of girl who liked to answer a lot with I don't know. That killed me. It's such a vexing thing when you listen to that. Of course, experience ends up telling you that people who say that are not actually interested (it happened again during college, but that time I just walked away). Then, it came the day I ventured to kiss her. However, I wasn't going to do it like some kind of weird petty thief. I remember I wrote a poem about it. A bad poem. The kind a 10 year old who is really intense would write.
I presented the thing to her. And I remember she laughed. She wasn't mocking me. She looked at me for a moment and then just said but there's too much people here. That was it! Green light for a kiss! So, I waited for the end of classes. We used to be the last people to leave the classroom as we usually had a lot of stuff to pack. We walked to the longest flight of stairs in School. Before we made it to the stairs, I took her hand and she stopped. We moved a little to avoid being spotted by the cameras. Remember I went to a Catholic School for my whole 14 years of School.
There she stood for me. Time was in the essence and I went for it. It was just a kiss. We never got to anything else. Actually, I remember a cousin of her came once to School to talk to me. She was kind of mean, but sincere. She told me stop trying to make something happen with her. But she also told this girl to stop beating around the bush with this whole thing. It was a cruel thing that nobody deserves.
I think this is the top kiss in my list of uneventful things. What happened with us? We were friends during the rest of her time studying there. Then, she changed School for the last 2 years of High School and we grew apart. However, it was so fast that maybe she was just being kind with me. I don't now. Couldn't care less now. I left a lot of those guys out of my life when I moved to Caracas.
It is a boring story, but a lot of things that give you some insight into human nature and relationship are this boring. This gave me an idea how to deal with girls and what to do in similar situation. There were more failed romantic endeavors to come, but each one of them made me the person I am today. And even though, those are relevant, I can't remember the names of the girls. I can only recall the lessons. I guess this one is special because of all the details I can tell.
First times are wonderful things. A lot of times they happen with the wrong person and that's ok. It lowers the bar. However, when the right person comes, the experiences blows your mind right away!
