For your edification, I’m currently camping on the beach in
Our BFF-ness was cemented with such camping trips during our youth. Realizing we were equally boy-crazy and equally dedicated to lying to win over our fleeting crushes really brought us together.
Lest you think camping on the beach is like camping on the woods, let me assure you that while you do sleep in tents, there are bathrooms, electrical outlets and warm showers if you have some spare quarters. Depending on the location of the campsite, civilization might be across the street or just down the road. And the beach is either out your tent door or down a flight of stairs.
So even though we were camping, Mrs. Jay and I always packed our best clothes and a boatload of makeup. (Though to our credit, we were never high-maintenance girls.) We’d primp every night after a day of laying out and trying to surf. Then, we’d troll the roads outside the campsites looking for guys our age. If that failed, we’d look for guys under 18. And if that failed, we’d settle for anything under 21.
Of course, anything under 21 wasn’t always interested in something around 13 so we often had to fudge our age. I think we were 17 for three years straight. Our ruse usually worked or at least no one was bothered enough to confront us.
While I cannot confirm or deny any rumors that are still rampant in the
One year I kissed Mrs. Jay’s cousin while he was wearing his clothes backward in an ode to the then-popular Kriss Kross. Another year I kissed a boy who was so uninteresting I actually came up with a brilliant closet organization scheme while we kissed atop the lifeguard station. And then there was the time that we went to
(This is the point that I could tell you about the time that Mrs. Jay kissed a Christian rapper in our tent while I was sleeping right next to her, but since I’m a good friend I won’t embarrass her. For the record, she has apologized repeatedly for the incident and avoided Christian rap in my honor.)
I don’t think I’m going to be kissing any boys this year as Mr. Dub is back home working hard for my spending money.
But I will be taking a trip down Memory Lane this week in honor of my beach vacay,
Which means it’s your turn to tell us your most random kissing story.
We won’t tell.
Promise.
26 comments:
there were these guys from england...
G. Love... What a concert...and an even better after party.
It was New Years Eve in New York City.... Time Square, the big ball falling and boys in every direction. I kissed them all!
oh, guy, mrs. r! don't remind me!
uh....
i may or may not have kissed both my best friends ex-boyfriends... who were best friends... on the same day. i may or may not have kissed my highschool obsession SEVEN years after highschool. i may or may not have kissed my friend's brother on the night of her wedding. i may or may not have kissed my college buddy (we'll call him... bark) at least a few times every year i was in a college... and a couple years after that. i may or may not have kissed a co-worker in the elevator at work... twice (as in one guy, two times... though... i did kiss a few other guys from work... just not in the elevator). i may or may not have kissed an 18 year old when i was 22 and then married him 3 years later...
and that, my friends, is what we call the tip of the iceburg. two words: ricks college.
that was hilarious. most random involved a junior olympic new zealand water polo team player. I was a senior in HS.
I kissed a guys with braces who ripped my mouth and made me bleed. like the gentleman he was he kindly wiped the blood from my mouth. It was the most disgusting and horrible thing ever. I was 13 he was 14.
Hmmmm, I don't even know where to begin? My favorite was the guy who kissed by opening his mouth really wide and then shut it, lips stretched really thin and taut...think a sea bass struggling to get back in water. We were only 15, so I seriously hope he figured out kissing at some point in his journey.
I loved this post, it brought back memories of trolling for "totally fine" guys on the beaches of my youth...
Some guy called me up (freshmen at BYU) in my dorm room at like 11pm and said his friend was under hypnosis and was saying stuff about me (I kinda knew them)... so then the supposedly hypnotized guy gets on the phone and professes his like for me and we ended up smoochin' on the steps outside the dorm... at like 3am... I guess he wasn't "hypnotized" anymore by that point... and the best part was when my prudish roommate walked by us, shocked, on her way to work (one of those middle-of-the-night campus janitor jobs). We never spoke of it afterwards. (It was spring term; so the roomie wasn't Gin.) That was probably the best random encounter I can report, considering that most of my family may be reading this...
I'm waiting for Jamie's stories!! :)
i kissed a guy in the middle of the commons in high school. walked right up, tounge kiss, and left. we were friends so it was ok.
I have been thinking about what random story I might share all day. And then the pressure was put on by my sister's comment...
I just wanted to say first that pretty much every single LDS youth activity had some kissing involved. I am sure it was the same for many of you. EFY boys? Check. Youth conferences? Check. Stake youth dances? Double check. Preist/Laurel conferences? Check. Wed. night mutual? Sure, why not? There were always cute boys willing and ready (no suprise there!).
I can't think of any really random stories that are appropriate since my mom might read this, but how about most embarrassing? 8th grade. Ingleside Middle School in Phoenix. Gordon Heckaman and I had been "going out" for months. Of course, this only meant that we passed regular notes to each other via our closest friends. It was the end of the year dance, which we had gone to separatley. We decided to sneak out to kiss for the first time. This is where things got ugly and oh so akward. Gordon had onion breath. Gordon locked on to my face like he had a pit bull's jaw. Gordon had his hands firmly grasped on to my upper arms. When I say "firmly grasped," I mean like holding on so tightly that I think I still have bruises. As if the stance wasn't bad enough, then Grodon starts in with the tongue. Picture Gene Simmons in the ultimate death grip, locked on to your face in his KISS prime. I thought I might die from either lack of oxygen or bleeding to death from the puncture wounds on my arms. Then the embarrassing part...the male principal walks by, notices us, and stops to watch for a moment before saying something like, "Are you finished?" Gordon thought it was a triumph in the face of danger. I thought I might be sick. We broke up a few days later, probably though a few passed notes.
...probably THROUGH a few passed notes! Annoying to be kind of long and then an error. Shoot. Sorry.
And what kind of a name is Gordon Heckaman anyway?
Yeah but doesn't he have some great connection to a famous band or something now? Or 8 years ago?
Awesome Jame, you're funny.
PS -- Thanks for the fun topic Mrs. Dub! I hope the beach is awesome!
Hey, I'm a creepy lurker but I totally love your blog. And this subject is definitely one I can relate to, though apparently not as much as Janaya...holy crap, girl!
My most random story involves a week-long visit to Canada, a dude that had a fever two days before I had my way with him, and the back of my friend's minivan. We got some looks when we finally came inside.
oh no, i just remembered duffy and the y.
Hmmm, most random? I'd have to say some guy who came over to see my roommate. He had a pierced tongue and I'd never tried that before. I'd known him for approximately twenty minutes and probably never saw him again.
Okay. So I don't mean to be taking over Mrs. Dub's blog here with 3 comments made in one day, but since I shared the Gordon Heckaman kissing story, I thought one or two of you might be interested. I Googled him. He is a drummer in a band (Depswa) and looks like a real catch. NOT! Check out his pic here:
http://www.moderndrummer.com/updatefull/200001308
Yuck! I hope that he has learned how to kiss these past 15 years. Although I don't think he is getting much action with those dreadlocks!
The night of my best friends wedding I kissed her cousin. We were both in the wedding party and I had a thing for the cowboy type. It's not so bad in and of itself other then my husband and I had been dating for a year steady and were engaged a couple weeks later. And the fact that I lied to this boy telling him that I had broken up with my steady boyfriend only to get engaged to him a couple of week later.
I didnt tell my hubby until we had been married for a couple of years.
That you all remembered these salivary moments so well and retold them with such feeling and have undoubtedly left unrevealed the most quixotic ones has made this post a bit uncomfortable for the fathers and husbands of the world (probably yours included)...except, of course, that we all wish janaya had been our age and gone to our school...although I'm not sure even janaya could make Rexburg exciting.
ahahaha... i KNEW i was divulging too much information! :)
... as for rexburg... we did what we could to pass the time.
I'm a lurker, but I love the blog. And I can't resist commenting on this one. The most awkward: senior year, the kissing scenes for the spring musical--Annie Get Your Gun. Like it's not bad enough that my drama teacher choreographed the thing--now I gotta do it in a white leather fringed costume and a holster!? I think I'm now recognizing my true motive for quitting theater. You guessed it...white is fattening.
Jamie,
Funny Gordon story and when you asked what kind of a name is "Gordon Heckaman" you brought back a memory which Mrs. Dub may also remember, that is his slogan for 6th Grade President at Tavan, "Pick Gordon, He's a Heck of a Man"! Nice little play on his last name, eh?
hmmm. most awkward kiss? ready? This is embarrassing. i haven't told many people this.
It was in Port-au-Prince, Haiti at the one working movie theater in the country... I was 18. Haiti got about 2h of electricity a day, so the theater ran it's own generator, but as you can imagine, blackouts were a common occurance. The boy i went with took FULL advantage of the blackout when the theater went pitch black, dove in for a kiss... it was DARK and he was really eager and before i knew what was going on his face was on mine and his TONGUE was UP MY NOSE.
Let me just say, that is something i've only felt ONCE in my life, and it's a feeling you NEVER forget.
When I was a waitress, one of the waiters and I would go sneak into the walk-in freezer and makeout while our table's food was getting ready. He was by far the hottest guy in the place and they all were hot. We did that a few times every shift for a few weeks and then I decided to tell my jerk boyfreind at the time who had been cheating on me regularly (so even though i did it too... i don't feel bad at all!) after i told my beau, my makeout partner ended up being fired for yelling at our boss... i didn't say he was the classiest boy i ever kissed. But believe me there were way worse boys i kissed too.
This is in regards to the Gordon H story and comment Jamie has shared.....
Well I can tell you he has learned to kiss quite well now and is having great success in his music career. He's the current drummer for the band Cage9 and has travel all over the world. He is also drumming for the band Powerman 5000 (rob zombie's brothers band) and is just finishing up a US tour with them. He is also one of the smartest, passionate, kind-hearted man I've ever know.
We have all had embarrassing 'young love' moments but perhaps we shouldn’t judge people without truly getting to know them as adults. I thought that story you told was pretty cute and it made laugh. Gordon is quite a catch now and I am so lucky to have him in my life as my best friend and true love.
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