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I was born in 1971, and had my first kiss in 1989. Yes, I was 18. I was a geek so it took awhile for anyone to notice me, that I’m aware of.

His name was Andy Ruthemeier. He was 15 and a skater. He was into punk rock music and skate boarding. Did you notice he was a younger man? He was from somewhere up north and only lived in Arkansas for a couple of years. And yes, I’ve googled him. No, I never figured out what happened to him.

We met through a friend of mine who’s parents moved right before our senior year. She didn’t want to move yet again, so her parents arranged for her to move in with Andy’s family. She thought he was right up my alley, so she introduced us. For awhile it was the kind of thing, were I’d write him a note during the school day, she’d take it home to him, he’d write back, she’d bring it to school the next day.

We lived fairly close to each other, so we decided to meet at a neutral location, a park. We clicked and began hanging around together on the weekends. One night we met at the park, and I knew it was time.

He was moving in and I said. “Wait, stop right there. This is my first kiss and I want to remember it forever.” {Way to go Gina, probably should have written it down on a calendar if it was that important. Now all I recall is the year, and location…}

So, he obliged. I decided the best way to remember the kiss was to make it interesting. The park had one slide, a merry-go-round, a few swings, and a jungle gym. Hmmmm…. what to do… what to do…

Do I hop on the merry-go-round and hope our lips collide as I spin around?? Nawww… Do I turn around on the slide while we embrace and hope the landing doesn’t kill me?? Um…gulp…nope.

So I climb on the jungle gym. Huh? And then I hang upside down. Huh? And then we kiss. Yes. We kissed. While I was hanging upside down. Talk about a head rush!! Woo!

After that all the kissing was down right side up, or reclining… If ya know what I mean. After about 3 months, I broke up with him. Why? Because we had kissed every way imaginable (in my inexperienced train of thought), and I wasn’t ready to go any further. Wasn’t it just cruel to create blue balls week after week? Or would it have been more cruel to keep perpetuating it and not have ended it? Aww the heartache of young love…The stupidity…the silliness of it all…

Do you remember your first kiss as well? Let me know…