Be Excellent To Each Other

That's assuming you've had one yet of course.
I was, erm, a bit late with mine. I blame long hair and a dedication to heavy metal for that. Must have been about 19 and at college when some grotty rock chick took a liking to me and I finally got a snog around the back of one of the buildings on a park bench. I remember being completely shocked that I seemed to instinctively know how to do it

I was fifteen or sixteen, so quite late for me too, I guess.

It was a gig at the Harlow Square by a local band called Three Blind Mice, if memory serves. We had a snog at the back after a couple of pints of lager. Girl's name was Zena. Never saw her again after that night.

Depends what you mean by kiss. I was a ladies man as a youngster (aged 7 or so) and kissed loads of girls, though not the sort of kissing I'd do now.

Then I turned into a loser and didn't bother with girls 'til 16.

I used to hang around at The Square quite a bit 10 years or so ago
Great little venue.

8.35pm, October 3rd 1998, outside Millom Palladium while some godawful band covered 'The Drugs Don't Work'. I was wearing a South Park tshirt and a massive pair of Sepultura shorts. Her name was Charlotte, we broke up a year and a half later, and didn't speak for nearly eight years. When I was living in Nottingham recently, it turned out that she lived literally a minute down the road. Crazy times.

First snog, then.

I don't remember my first snog - I was almost certainly absolutely bollocksed off my face and about 19.

Actually, thinking about it, I must have been 17, not 19. Marginally less sad, then.

I'm rather amused how unless you were a massively precocious, promiscuous minor, you're 'a bit sad'.

I don't remember my first snog. I was in primary school though, so basically about 30 years ago, which is quietly scary. I was a bit of a ladies man when I was young, then went a bit quiet until I was 16. Fortunately I didn't buy a motorbike, so the similarities end then Nyn. I could probably narrow it down to about three girls - it was almost certainly Nicola Pike, Sandra Canham or Alison Cleaver. Go me and my memory for names. No idea what they're doing now and can't be arsed looking them up on pipl.com to find out.

It was almost a month to the day after I'd been to the Alternative World of Amiga show in Huddersfield in 2001. I would have been 17 at the time. An online friend of mine had offered to give me a lift to the show. While we were there I felt this bizarre attraction to her (we'd become really good friends online) and she later admitted she felt the same about me.

So a month later she came to my place to discuss her feelings and where we'd go from here, and I distinctly remember that it took me about 4.5 hours to pluck up the courage to plant one on her. She didn't mind, much to my amazement, and I was apparently pretty good at the ol' tonsil-hockey.

We would later move in together and get married, and then she would leave me for another guy she met online and I would divorce her

Amusing to me that I probably got more "action" on that one day at my place than I did in the next 4.5 years of our relationship

I used to, I must confess. Well, it was actually a little SimpleText document. I started it because I was so chuffed that I'd got a snog and wanted to remember the time, place and date and then I just kept on adding names as they popped up. Then I started getting competitive with myself and basically went around snogging anything that moved for a few years, basically just to add another name to the list. I got up to around girl number 130 before I realised that it was quality, not quantity that mattered and I gave up keeping the list up to date. I fully appreciate what a wanker this makes me sound, by the way.

That's a proper Jerry Springer moment if ever I saw one. As in, knowing something is intrinsically wrong, but thinking that if you admit to it then it's an interesting flaw somehow.

I thought a "little black book" was a phonebook of potential shaggees, to be honest.

My first kiss was one of the most awesome moments ever. I was 16, it was the end of year party thing and I was surrounded by loads of new friends I'd made at my new school thoughout that year. I danced with my girlfriend Melanie and after months of hanging about we finally kissed (to the tune of 'girls just wanna have fun', detail fans), and about a hundred people cheered.

I thought little black books had been superceded by mobile phone books.

My first kiss with my first girlfriend would have been at either 17 or 18. A girl called Laura, we went for a walk at lunchtime down by the river, and we stopped on a bench near the water's edge. We leaned in to wards each other and I closed my eyes, and it was lovely.

I would have been 16, and Im pretty sure it was the night my drink was spiked, I was dancing like a loon in the local discotheque falling on me arse at one point and not dropping my pint which was quite impressive. My absolute lack of control seemed to attract some lass from my maths class in college whom after that kiss I couldnt get her to fuck off for about 2 years.

A little black book is a book of girls that you could potentially phone to go out on a date with, or even just a booty call. It is both historic and future relevant.

Little did you realize, she'd pulled a plunger out of her bag and stuck it onto your face.

Then she ran around a corner and smashed you over the head with a mallet when you followed.

I was 15, he was called Alex and we were in France. It was at a disco that had been arranged for the exchange students. Nice memory.

A game of spin the bottle in the pub! With an actual Girlfriend? the next night.

Malc

I was 16, with a girl called Chloe. She had a boyfriend and when I called her the next day she didn't want anything more to do with me.

I was 17. I am still friends with the girl in question, and she has been going out with a friend of mine for ten years, and I am godfather to their child. Strange how things work out. She won't let me snog her anymore, mind.

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17 for me.

And then no one else until I was 21/22 (though I did go out with the first girl for a few years, so the barren times were many many months, rather than years).

It's in case any of your boyfriend/ex's become famous, or infamous. You can dish teh dirt and clean up with a few kiss 'n' tell stories. Are you keeping time/location details as well?

Gaz, you better not have any sexual skeletons in the closet when you finally because famous for, er... something.

Gazchap in radish turn-on shocker

I've guessed right, haven't I?



I do not keep any books or records, all I care to remember is still in my head.

I would never kiss and tell about previous. No matter how much. I rarely even tell MrsA about things, and if I do, it's in general terms as I do believe what goes on between a couple of people, should stay that way.

Me either. It's much because my other half is a member of this forum that I haven't said much about my first kiss.

No, no no - you keep the book so you have a listing of potential hookups. What you've got there is a stalker's handbook, just so you know.

As I say, it's a kiss and tell. She'll make a mint

15
shit-faced
street corner
Blackpool town centre
some girl from school

I am class.


First lay was a million times more meaningful and wonderful, though*

* not the same girl

A 'when as your first GOOD, HARD SHAG?' thread is not a good idea.

Do you google them all?

Eeeeeeee

Possibly my favorite post.

In the nightbus back, with a rather chavvy girl after being in a rather chavvy bar, they do have them advantages, those chavvies, i must have bene 15/16

i was in the 7th grade, thus i was 12. I fancied that girl for some years, and finally i had my reward.

On my wedding night.

I found the ordeal quite repulsive.

Details...

I was 15. I hated it (probably because she was ugly as hell). I still don't like it very much, but if it keeps potential Lady Kerns happy...

At a party in Wimbledon back in um.... 1991 so I was late 16/early 17 (not sure).

I was utterly oblivious (and naive) to her intentions that night having taken an interest in the host's record collection and was eventually pinned down during a Doors song. Oddly it was in front of my music teacher (I was doing A-Level Music). but she ended up getting knobbed by the other guitarist in my band at the time. Scandal.

Ended up with said girl for a frankly mental 3 years which gave me an excellent list of things to avoid in future relationships.

Also, awwww!

After 34 years of saving myself. Our lips pressed together, teeth clashed and fluids exchanged. After my wife had done with me I ran off to a quiet room and cried into my pillow whilst listening to my Gene Pitney tapes.

If Seventeen has taught me anything, by 15/16, Dutch people have already been doing each other hard in a number of positions for years, and so by their twenties are adrift on the sea of meaningless sex.