I remember my first snog, it was ————-
embarassing
slobbery.
…immediately after the Eurovision Song Contest.
Dreadful and made me feel sick
on the back of a bus in Paris.
(Which makes it sound way more romantic than it actually was.)
forced upon me by the school bully
Uncomfortable and awkward
behind the OXO factory!!
with Jonathan White at a friend’s houseparty when we were 15. It ended up with an embarrasing trail of spit left hanging between our lips. And him saying I had nice legs. Classy.
really, really, really shit.
underneath the Halley’s comet
when i was 16 (late starter!) and with a guy I later remembered was in my reg class. I was MORTIFIED on Monday…
amusingly disastrous.
in Barcelona with a guy who tasted of olives. Revolting!
awkward and very cliche.
pinkjellybaby: why?!
Hope: On your part or his?!
Womble On Tour: which year?
Mud: I hope your feelings about snogging have improved since then?
teabelly: it wasn’t with a smelly ol’ tramp was it?
Wee-H: I hope you bit his tongue
Jessica: what were you doing?!
rosiero: bizarre. But kind of cool at the same time!
perpetuallyconfuddled: Poor old JW – forever known as the man who dribbles!
Jo – I think first ones nearly always are, sadly. All the more reason to practice though!
The Editter – do you want to expand?
Paula – 16′s not so bad. I was 14.5
Alex – you can’t just leave it there… tell us more!
Confused – the guy or the olives?
Damn. How come everyone can remember except me? I have no idea!
The olives. The guy was cute, I checked with a friend to make sure I wasn’t too drunk to see straight before I snogged him
It was:
a surprise. close mouthed. tight-lipped. as a result of a fucking bet. with the boy I would go on to date for 2 years in high school.
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embarassing
slobbery.
…immediately after the Eurovision Song Contest.
Dreadful and made me feel sick
on the back of a bus in Paris.
(Which makes it sound way more romantic than it actually was.)
forced upon me by the school bully
Uncomfortable and awkward
behind the OXO factory!!
with Jonathan White at a friend’s houseparty when we were 15. It ended up with an embarrasing trail of spit left hanging between our lips. And him saying I had nice legs. Classy.
really, really, really shit.
underneath the Halley’s comet
when i was 16 (late starter!) and with a guy I later remembered was in my reg class. I was MORTIFIED on Monday…
amusingly disastrous.
in Barcelona with a guy who tasted of olives. Revolting!
awkward and very cliche.
pinkjellybaby: why?!
Hope: On your part or his?!
Womble On Tour: which year?
Mud: I hope your feelings about snogging have improved since then?
teabelly: it wasn’t with a smelly ol’ tramp was it?
Wee-H: I hope you bit his tongue
Jessica: what were you doing?!
rosiero: bizarre. But kind of cool at the same time!
perpetuallyconfuddled: Poor old JW – forever known as the man who dribbles!
Jo – I think first ones nearly always are, sadly. All the more reason to practice though!
The Editter – do you want to expand?
Paula – 16′s not so bad. I was 14.5
Alex – you can’t just leave it there… tell us more!
Confused – the guy or the olives?
Damn. How come everyone can remember except me? I have no idea!
The olives. The guy was cute, I checked with a friend to make sure I wasn’t too drunk to see straight before I snogged him
It was:
a surprise.
close mouthed.
tight-lipped.
as a result of a fucking bet.
with the boy I would go on to date for 2 years in high school.