At the risk of making a fool of myself I will tell you how it happened. I had been dating Shireen for many months and going to her house most evenings. I was 21 or 22 and still a bit shy, very naive, and simple minded. It didn't occur to me to kiss her until her mom told me to. That surprised me. I would never have imagined a mother telling a man to kiss her daughter.
That night when I was leaving Shireen kissed me. Simple pecks really. We kissed a few more times before I turned to open the door. I was so flustered (on cloud nine perhaps?) that I tried to open the side of the double doors that was always latched to not open. I finally found the right one and managed to get in my car and drive home. It was later that I realized her mom must have spoke to her too. Her mom was trying to play match maker.
Robert
I was forced to kiss a girl on the school playground behind the big, orange slide when I was 10 or 11. All my classmates circled us in the cold and chanted, "KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS! ..." So I promptly laid a big one right on her. The rest of the day we were ridiculed by our classmates for making a big "Mmmmmwua" sound when we kissed, comparing it to a Grandmother kissing her grandkids.
It wasn't long after that heartwarming scene that I had my first child with her. I'll never forget seeing my first son born on the dance floor of the Queen's Ward Elementary Christmas dance. I don't know how she covered up her pregnancy for 8 months but it was an unprecedented feat at the time. Our thunder was swiftly stolen from us shortly after by the Canadian Olympic Men's Hockey team's run to the finals in Albertville.
