Thursday, September 4, 2008

In Which I Reach Second Base

The guest writer kicking things off during my vacation week is Sus, from Joy Is Everywhere. She is awesomely vulgar, a great photographer, and a kickass mother-to-be. If you haven't checked out her blog yet, do it after you read this. Seriously. She's awesome.


Your's truly has been selected among six other lucky bloggers to guest post for Badass Geek while he and The Boss are on vacation. I have often been to other blogs where guest posts have occurred, but didn't ever think I would have this honor bestowed upon myself. Well, lo and behold, the day has arrived!! So sit back and relax while I tell you a little story about my first encounter with making out.

It was in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and ninety five. You math whizzes have probably already figured out that I was the youthful age of 18. Yes I know this seems a little late in the world of "first make-out sessions," but I was shy and insecure and had been raised in a religion that frowned upon these sort of pre-marital interactions. So needless to say, I was a do I put this?....socially retarded when it came to this stepping stone in life. I had been on dates before; I wasn't a complete loser, but I always managed to duck into the house before the awkward kiss on the porch happened. I don't know what I was so nervous about, but for some reason I couldn't get myself to just enjoy the moment. Anyways, I digress...

So there we were; me and this guy. We were in my parents' unfinished basement laying on an extra mattress that had been left down there from the last time guests were staying at their house. Before I knew what was happening, this guy rolled halfway onto my body and started to kiss me.

Now as a side note, I guess I had some fucked up idea of how this moment in life would go. You could say I probably watched one too many episodes of North and South as a child, because I envisioned something more along the lines of an "antebellum-Patrick Swayze-loves-Lesley Anne Down-roll in the hay." Yeah. Not exactly how it went.

This guy moved from kissing me, or jamming his nasty ass tongue down my throat...however you want to put attempting to giving me a hickey on my neck. At least I guess that was his plan. Not sure. He just laid his open mouth against the side of my neck and that was about it. No sucking, no licking...just sick hot breath. (Is this turning you on yet? Is it? Huh huh?! Just wait. It gets better.)

Suddenly I felt this strange weight on my chest! Was it guilt? No. It was his hand...holding my left boob. Again, that was it. No squeeze, no tweak...just there. Nice. (It's funny how people talk about getting to "second base" or whatever base that is, but I guess I never realized that the excitement was all about the journey. No one ever really talks about what happens once you have actually arrived.) Well just when you thought the moment had reached its pinnacle...da da da daaaaaaa...he starts to dry hump my leg like a fucking dog!

So there I am with this guy, holding onto my boob for dear life, drooling like the king of the short-bus, giving me some serious Levi-Lovin'. And all I can think as I am laying there, staring at the ceiling, is, "You've GOT to be fucking kidding me. THIS is what I have been waiting for?!"

Total disappointment.

On a positive note, however, I was given a story that will be passed down through generations. I am sure my grandchildren will love it when they ask me to tell them a tale about the "old days" and I bust out with this gem! Rock on, sonny, rock on.


Meg said...

Thats an awesome story! I was a late first kisser, too.

Moonspun said...

Oh man! That's a good one. My first kiss was 'this is it?' I was 13 and there was no dry-humping. Oh my that's alot of initiation in one night.
Great post!

Daddy Files said...

Wow...all I can say is that's a lot of chafing for a dude.

But if "sick, hot breath" doesn't turn you on then I'm not sure there's any hope for you! =)

Lola said...

Great post, girl. Poor you! My first make-out session couldn't be more different. I started young, young, young, and I started with the older motorcycle-riding badass who knew just what he was doing. I was thinking while it was happening, Holy Shit, I want to do this all the time.

And so it began...

Heather said...

The first time I was kissed felt like I was being slobbered on by a dog. Kind of put me off the whole thing for awhile.

zengoddess said...

My first kiss (at twenty almost twenty one) was actually wonderful in that sweet innocent and picture perfect at the door way. But the next time, he decided that he would try to give me a little tongue action but to him this just meant shoving his tongue into my mouth. I tried to move around it at first for fun but then as a life saving technique. I mean come one we were not teenagers! That was the last time I saw him.

Employee No. 3699 said...

It wasn't my first kiss, but darn near, when the guy burped in my mouth. Ugh, I still cringe when I think of it and that was over thirty years ago.

Sus said...

Employee No. 3699:
Good lord, I would have been scarred for life!

Badass Geek said...

You all know my first kiss story, but this one takes the cake.

Daddy Files said...

Hey BadAss, what are you doing on here?? You're on vacation! Away with you. You and The Boss should be cavorting like rabid gophers right now.

Shoo! Away from this blog! =)

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