My first "real" kiss was at Jaimi Rodger's house at our 8th grade graduation party. There were lots of people there (and by lots I mean maybe 20) but 4 of us decided to play spin the bottle. Well as luck would have it there were no bottles to be found, so we spun an empty coke can. Yeah. First I kissed Martin Driscoll and I thought his tongue was fat. Then I kissed Justin "Bubba" Randolph and he tasted like 7Up and Spearmint gum.
My first real kiss not playing a game was shortly after that with Chris O'Brien. We went 4 wheeler riding and then kissed in the moonlight by the lake. Trust me - it sounds MUCH more romantic than it was. :) I like him for about 2 days and then it was over. Ah, young summer love. :P
I would continue that pattern of liking a boy, kissing him, and then 2 days later realizing maybe he wasn't so great for the next 5 or so years - which amounts to about 45 boys. Throw in a very serious 3 year relationship in those 5 years (that ended my freshman year of college) and I'll let you do the math as to how many kissed boys were running around Louisiana College. Sheesh. What was I thinking?
Then I met Justin and that was it. He's the last boy I'll ever kiss. And I LOVE it that way.