the one where it was sooo worth it...

So over on 20sb this month's blog carnival is about first kisses. So here is my rambly post all about my first kiss...

So while most people had their first 'boyfriend' in middle school or high school, I was one of those girls who kept waiting hoping that the next guy I like would like me back. That maybe I would have a date on a Friday night to the movies, that maybe I would get asked to the prom... But nope, my first kiss never happened in middle or high school. It wasn't like I was a freak or anything, I did have dates to both my junior and senior prom - I asked both of the guys I went with and they each happened to be my co-captain of the ski team that year. So when I went off to college I was hoping my luck would be different.

I went to a small college where EVERYONE knows everyone. You end up hooking up with the same group of guys, your friends have also hooked up with them and things get messy. It is just a part of life.

My freshman year of college, I had an amazing group of friends. We all lived on the same hall in our dorm, there was a group of about 10 of us from our hall of 18 who always hung out. So we had a lot of great weekends, going to our friend's dorm where we had the strongest cocktails known to man, or our favorite fraternity house. So when in the middle of September of our freshman year Hurricane Floyd was striking the East Coast, our college was closed for a few days, while some friends went home. Most of us decided to stay (we all lived too far to go home) so with the college mostly shut down, what else is a group of college students going to do but party?

(A lot of these details are from my original online journal - I've been blogging since 2001)
So Wednesday night we went over to our friends for some cocktails and celebrated the hurricane and Caps (He was a big Washington Capitals fan, I can't call him the nickname he was later given) was there. Now we had met a few parties prior and at the night before - martini night to kick off the hurricane weekend, we started talking. So Wednesday night there was a bunch of us there and after a few of my friends went off, Caps and I (along with 2 other friends) went off for them. And on the little adventure we started holding hands and since we couldn't find the ones who had wondered off, we ended up back at the dorm watching movies, now midway through roomie got a phone call - from a guy we nicknamed Booty Call Chris (hahaha! remember him) so Caps and I were alone, we were cuddling on my bed and talking. And pretty soon after roomie left, Caps leans in an all of a sudden our lips were touching (inside I was like FINALLY!!!) and then his tongue was in my mouth and after a second of panic (hello, I'm 18, a freshman in college, never been kissed and was all like ajdkjdjfgdj what am I supposeed to be doing, am I doing this right, I must be awful) but I just relaxed and it turned out into a nice LONG makeout session. So it was getting late and so we kissed goodbye, and I immediately called my best friend, even though it was 2am. Hello! first kiss! Sp I enjoyed it, and it was a nice sense of relief, that I had finally done it. Not gonna lie, I love making out. I see nothing wrong with it, and it can be a lot of fun, and a confidence booster....

So it was a memorable experience, with the hilariousness of that weekend. We ended up partying Thursday, Friday and Saturday night, and the makeout sessions continued with Caps. The rest of that story with him is quite funny. So after not hearing from him for another month and a half after Hurricane weekend, we talked all the time the month leading up to winter break and during break, to find that the first weekend back he makes out with one of my BEST friends. Slight fight amongst her and I until we realize he isn't worth it. So the drama kinda ends there with Caps, but I still saw him all the time freshman year, because I ended up dating one of his good friends... And then junior year when I studied abroad, his girlfriend (started dating sophomore year) was also in Cork with me, her and I became good friends... And I'm happy to say that him and his girlfriend recently became engaged.

Somehow most of my guy experiences have a funny story or a crazy ending, they just can't be normal.. yea we dated, broke up, don't really talk or made out once and that was the end..
But it makes me laugh, and while we kinda joke about how I was 18 when I was first kissed, I just laugh, because at least it was memorable and there was a funny story involved. And it wasn't an awkward 12 year old boy not sure what he was doing...

oh yea, the title is in reference to the title of the post on my old journal... haha!