Romance Writers Weekly - #lovewritechate

If you've joined me from the queen of everything roses, Collette Cameron, welcome!

We're doing things differently again this week. Now the Writers of Romance Weekly have been asked to dish about our first kiss. We have been given some creative license, however – we are writers after all. Here's my take. The best description of this may be – based on a true story...

The first kiss I can remember giving was in elementary school. I have a very vivid recollection of sitting in our lines, waiting to be called to class. It must have been winter, because everyone was in the gymnasium, and I know it was prior to Grade Three, as I changed schools the next year. The young man sitting in front of me was my best friend, and I suddenly had the uncontrollable urge to lean forward and kiss him on the shoulder. So I did. I don't know who was more surprised and embarrassed – him or me! Suffice it to say I didn't repeat the adventure.

In Grade Seven I went on a double date with a girlfriend. After the movie was over, i distinctly remember my friend and her beau sharing a kiss – but I can't remember if my date and I did! There were a number of first kisses through high school and the few years after, and damned if I can remember any of those.

I do remember the last of my first kisses. We'd only known each other a few months, and weren't even officially dating. I'd driven him home from our company Christmas party, and we were sitting in the driveway, engine running to beat back the chill. He asked if we could get together for dinner the next night, and I said yes, my heart thrumming in my chest, palms sweating. Somehow I knew, even then, that this was IT.

And I was right. Am still right, almost twenty-seven years later.

Let's see what Carolyn Spear has to say about her first kiss!

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