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Kissing 101

Dear Diary,

My previous post was a mish-mash of fantasy and reality about impressions from my first love experience. That post got me thinking even farther back; way, way back to my first kiss when I was at the tender age of five. And this will be blatant reality. I will even use his real name even though I never use real names in my posts. I will use his name because, first of all, I can’t imagine he would ever stumble upon this blog because our encounters were fleeting, so long ago, and he probably doesn’t even remember my name. Yes, you guessed it; this is a case of unrequited love. The second reason I will use his name is because it had such a sing-song quality to me at the time. The mere mention of his name would instantly result in nervously excited stomach churnings. Are you ready? For his name? Here it is: Donny McGee. There. I said it after all of this time. He is not to be confused with Janis Joplin’s Bobby McGee. He was my Donny McGee, or so I wished anyway. He had dirty-blonde hair, lots of freckles and a big shy smile sans front teeth. Positively a Dreamboat.  He lived next door to me when we lived in New Jersey and we spent many hours making mud-pies and playing on his colorful metal swing set. It was usually a group venture, however. I had a brother and sister of similar age, and so did he. His three year old sister actually bit my three year old brother on the nose once while we were playing, but that is another story.

Apparently, I was somehow able to get my shy boy alone and give him a big smoochie.  I say apparently because this actual momentous event has somehow been stricken from my memory. Is that fair? Fie on my memory! It is hand wringing how our memories wrap around useless or undesirable events that we want to forget and turn up blank on other ones that we would like to remember. How do I know that it really happened, you ask? The event that I vividly remember is that my beloved Donny McGee knocked on my door and asked to speak to my parents. While I stood by pining for him he told my parents that his parents said that I had to apologize for kissing him. What?! That’s a Love Speed-bump if I ever heard one. I was properly crushed and diverted from my amorous path. Thus ended my infatuation with Donny McGee and my apparently forgettable first kiss. I will have to add that consecutive kisses to other recipients were much more appreciated. Ah well, it is rare that we do things right the first time. I wish you well and good kisses wherever you may be Donny McGee.


Comments on: "Kissing 101" (30)

  1. …. very sweet! *ahhhhhhh*

  2. Hahahhaa. You took advantage!

  3. Very cool. My sister is the keeper of the family lore, and she has a photograph of me at age 4 or 5 locked in kiss with the little blonde girl from next door. The picture is hysterical because we look like we were imitating a big dramatic scene from TV or an old black and white movie – sitting on the front steps, wrapped in each others arms, heads tilted at an angle… it all seemed very serious, like I had just returned from a war or something. I don’t remember it of course. But the photo doesn’t lie.

  4. Hehehe! I adore this story. I have a feeling Donny would too, should he ever happen to stumble across it. Funny, I had started writing a story about my first crush (when I was 5) and hubby said, “who would want to read that?!” LOL I think it’s the sweetest thing ever. Already at five you knew what you wanted and took it!

  5. So cute! I hope Donny McGee does find this. 🙂


  6. L.M. Stull said:

    HA! OMG I love this! 🙂

  7. you dare think that had no huge impression on him. lets just imagine what happen… your kiss sent his heart racing, he starts running around in a circle, goose bumps, head rush, he knocks his little sister down she starts crying… mom shouts Bobby Mcgee… what has gotten into you boy .. he goes head first into the front door in a daze his mom finally grabs him what just happen what has gotten into you!!! The little bobby mcgee shaking says Kelli kissed me nothing will ever be the same, his little sister bites your brothers nose thinking that is the way to kiss and he has to knock on your front door and ask you to apoligize to him because your kiss got him in trouble… they always do

  8. Very cute, Kellianne. So, did you get that out of your system, or have you attacked other unsuspecting men with smoochies? 😉


  9. susanlowryping said:

    That’s so cute Kellianne! It made me think of a similar relationship I had at age three. You’ve inspired me to write about him, my first boyfriend Robby Quinn. Where are you Robby? We had so much fun getting into some amazing adventures. I have to wonder where were my parents. Anyway thanks for reminding me 🙂

  10. Sweet, Kellianne. Have you tried googling Donny? 😉

    • I would have never used his name if I thought there was any way he would read this. That would be hysterical if he somehow found it! I won’t Google him….what if he’s still mad?! LOL!

  11. LOL! so cute….where is Donny now? great story…

  12. Still mourning his lost love. Haw, haw. Lovely story! 🙂 xx

  13. This is so sweet & funny! I recommend finding him on facebook and telling all his friends he’s a tattletale. 🙂

  14. Awww… this is such a sweet story! I agree with SandySue above, though. lol

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