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Rach, isn't it weird how such a tiny thing can and will always remind
us of a specific memory? I wonder if he thinks of you when he sees Skittles?
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 8, 2004 at 6:10 PM
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Oh! Wow!
One word comes to mind: Skittles. He was eating Skittles right before he kissed me. When I see those candies in the store I still think of him!!
posted by
RachelAnna
on November 8, 2004 at 8:38 AM
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Ya know, BB, you always seem to say that stuff in your life
is "boring" when really, it doesn't seem that way to me!! 
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 8, 2004 at 2:50 AM
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Spitfire ..well it was prettty boring
a few weeks later through a series of compleex negotiations through friends the intended kiss occurred. Anyhow, the other guy didn't countas the first because I did not reciprocate. Even stranger - the one I cared for is
still a good friend.
posted by
beachbelle
on November 8, 2004 at 2:12 AM
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Okay, BB, that's just leavin' me on a cliff hanger!!
What happened?
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 8, 2004 at 1:18 AM
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Disappointment all round because the wrong guy jumped in
and the right one saw this and misunderstood
posted by
beachbelle
on November 8, 2004 at 12:29 AM
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Well, trinka, I'm glad I brought back good memories instead of bad ones!
Thanks for reading!
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 7, 2004 at 11:49 PM
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ahhhh what a memory
on the school lawn, under a tree, with my first boyfriend, too young, it was wonderful, lot of fumbling, crazy innocent times. thanks for the flashback!
posted by
trinka
on November 7, 2004 at 6:38 PM
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I figured as much, Alfy!!
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 7, 2004 at 3:47 PM
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Spitfire,
She turned out like you might have expected....in other words...I'm glad she wasn't my daughter. I am trying to be polite.
posted by
A_Norseman
on November 7, 2004 at 3:41 PM
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Oh, Symph, I'd "put up" with anything you do. You're too worth it not to!
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 7, 2004 at 3:22 PM
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my gosh you too?
whats happening to me tonight ...everybody is laughing at my mishaps....................read unicorns popular post if confused...........lol...and you and her are not the only ones to put up with my butterfinger typos or even spelling for that matter..............hehehee
posted by
_Symphony_
on November 7, 2004 at 3:18 PM
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Alfy, I've never heard the term "strawberry bus" til now.
She sounds like a pretty aggressive peach. Wow. Wonder what she turned out like!
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 7, 2004 at 3:17 PM
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Aw, Hollee! How cute. Well, I don't think any of us know the difference
til we kiss others after our first. I still remember my first kiss from Mark S. We "dated" on and off throughout Jr. High. I still think about him often. I've even had dreams with him in them. Weird.
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 7, 2004 at 3:16 PM
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Oh, be honest, Symph! I think a Freudian slip is appropriate to say here!
Sticky. Didn't anyone tell you you're not supposed to kiss frogs?
posted by
SpitFire70
on November 7, 2004 at 3:14 PM
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Spitfire..I will never forget...
I was eleven, and was employed as a strawberry picker in the summer. The strawberry bus dropped me off about a half mile from my house. Barbara Mosher had told me earlier that day that she was my girlfriend and when I started to get off the bus she said I had to kiss her. I only knew about mom kisses up to this point so thats what I was attemping, but her whole mouth engulfed my face as if she were trying to comsume me, then her tongue forced its way into my mouth. When she was done with me I staggered off the bus in shock, like I had been bitten by a viper. Dazed and confused I watched the bus drive away...then I sprinted the half mile home. I thought about it every second for the next 30 days or so.
posted by
A_Norseman
on November 7, 2004 at 10:26 AM
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Joe Menzel, my first beau, horrible kisser, but I had no clue until
I'd been well and throughly kissed by Jerry Leonard two years later.
posted by
Hollee
on November 7, 2004 at 8:56 AM
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lol sticky
I think I meant "stinky"
posted by
_Symphony_
on November 7, 2004 at 4:29 AM
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sloppy, sticky breath and a waste of time..........lol
posted by
_Symphony_
on November 7, 2004 at 4:20 AM
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