Some firsts in life you just never forget.At the risk of sounding all girly and mushy .......I still remember my first kiss ( and the guy's name).
The interesting thing is it was the precursor to two life patterns for me.......one being *younger men* the other a sign I was going to be a take charge kinda girl who wasn't about to take shit from no motherf£$%$er.
I was 6 years old and Victor Jazztrap was 5.
My mum went over to his mum's house for coffee and Victor and I were jumping on the beds ,as you do.
Victor ,I recall, had dirty blonde hair (no,I mean DIRTY) with lil' dirty, curly,locks and grey ,dingy underwear on.
What can I say? I like dirty boys!
Well,after a few minutes jumping on the bed that got old so I stopped.I stared at him and said all sweet-like," Kiss me!"
He looked at my freckled face, screwed up his own(mimicking EWWWWWWWWWWWW) and simply said, " No!"
A less confident girl would have shrank with mortification! Maybe been scarred for life!
Not me!
I raised my fist giving him a cold,withering stare and said," If you don't kiss me I will HIT you!!"
* smiles* So, of course he did!
* flicks hair* I ALWAYS get MY WAY!
Pissed off though that he DARED raise ANY objection, I slapped him across the face but hard!
Little faggot ran crying to his mother and ratted me out.
I was told off and not allowed to have dessert that night. APPARENTLY, it is not "lady like" to go around making boys kiss you against their will!
I always hated him after that!
I wonder if he remembers his first kiss?
Here's betting he's a faggot!
I hope I had something to do with it!
* How's that for mean my most cherished hatemongers [who won't tolerate any 'nice' from this quarter]?
