Now, if we are talking first love, it was the redheaded tomboy from around the corner when I was just about twelve. The day she punched me in the stomach and then kicked me in the nuts, I was smitten. But, no kiss, sigh. I was taken aback when I met her years later and she told me she had a cruch on me back in the day... not the nuts... a real crush.

And, no kiss from Debbie but I fear that was my fault. We used to gather up at the edge of the woods on those cold fall nights. The small crowd of budding hormones would sing songs in harmony and at times there was a geetar. Debbie would shiver and ask if she could warm her hands in my pockets. HELL YEAH! She was cute as a button! She would get behind me and snuggle reeeeal close and put her hands in my pants pockets and... never did kiss her.

Seems as though, looking back, I kissed all the wrong girls. They say men don't mature as fast as women. Might be so. I am still no where close ta mature.