A First Kiss to Be Remembered (well, maybe not!)
by Bob Jandoli
When I turned thirteen I embraced an age where most of us go through a lot of changes. Up to this time in my life girls were not appealing to me. Of course, there were the tom boys; the ones who ran and played just as well as any of the boys, but now something different was happening: I started to be aware of the shapes and looks of some of the girls and I liked it.
A friend of mine invited a bunch of us, both boys and girls, to a Halloween costume party. I had been to a number of parties in my earlier youth with both boys and girls, but this one time was a lot different. At first I was apprehensive, but when I found out he had invited the “hottest” thirteen year old girl to the party, I made up my mind to go.
I’ll call her Mary (names have been changed to protect the innocent. You know, like Dragnet, lol). Every boy in school, wanted to date Mary. Let’s put it simple: she was a thirteen year old with the body of an eighteen year old. Enough said. I dressed up as simple as could be, no costume, just a mask, so I could take it off right away and feel comfortable. I think every guy that night did the same thing. The party was kind of slow in the first half of the evening, but things started to get better as soon as one of the girls suggested to play “Post Office”. Uh oh! A kissing game.
Boy, was I nervous…
I sort of kissed girls before, but that was just a peck on the cheek or a fast kiss on the lips from one of my cousins or friends. But make out…no way!! Then I looked across the room and saw Mary putting on lipstick. My mind was changed rapidly. Would I be lucky enough that she would pick my name out of the hat? The game was on, each girl picked a name and I held my breath each time but no one picked mine. The odds were in my favor. Then it was Mary’s turn. My heart started to pump faster and I started to sweat. When she reached in and looked at the name on the card, she smiled and called out my name. At first she whispered it and no one heard her, but I did and I yelled “It’s me, it’s me”. What an idiot. All the guys looked at me with envy as Mary took my hand and we walked into the other room to be alone for our necking session. At first we didn’t know what to do, but I knew what I wanted to do. We just spoke for what seemed like an hour, but was probably no more than two minutes. Then it happened, we stopped talking, our eyes met, then our lips met. And guess what? It was the most horrible kiss that I ever had. Till this day it remains the worst. She had bad breath and didn’t know how to move her lips. Granted I was no expert. But I got the idea how it should be… and this wasn’t it. Look, I’m not trying to put this young, naive girl down, and I’m sure she got better with age, but that’s not my point. The problem was my perception and anticipation was all wrong. Be careful what you wish for.
We spend a great deal of time discovering that our goals do not meet the expectations we anticipated. We allocate so much of our lives trying to reach them and when we finally get there we learn that too often they weren’t worth it. None of the effort was a waste of time, though, because the time we spent in the challenge was more constructive and more rewarding than the pursuit. We learned of ourselves that we were achievers, that we were determined, and willing to go through everything for the final objectives. And most of all I’ve ascertained that the most wonderful effects that came to me in my life were the surprises – those that I never really set as goals. They were given to me with no effort and were the ones that GOD, Himself, sent to me and wanted me to have.