My life as an unsullied kisser

Everybody's first kiss is memorable, but some really stand out in a crowd. MY first kiss was a little bit MORE than magical! I've mentioned previously that I grew up in Canada. Well, winters in Canada are never LESS than freezing. I was part of a church group and a bunch of 'church kids' were having a Christmas party one blistery Friday night. After watching Ripley's Believe it or Not's "girl that cries glass" twelve times over and attempting to master pool, in waltzed my 7Th grade sweetheart, Drew. We'd chatted and maybe even hung out a couple of times since our Jr. high romance ended. He was your classic jock, and I, well I'm not sure what I was but I'm sure it was good cause he was heading my way. All nonchalant he whispered "wanna go outside" or something to that affect. I was too blown away by his beige puffy vest and sweet cologne to remember the words, so I followed innocently. To my disappointment we were followed by my brothers best friend. As we approached Drew's car he opened his trunk, took two bottles out and started walking. Across the street from the house we were at was a golf course. The course was closed for the winter, so we took a walk through the plains. The scene was immaculate, snow covered hills lit by the stars, the smell of Christmas in the air, and two bottles of Lord knows what with my 7th grade sweetheart and ... Zack. We strolled over to a wooded area. Still not sure what I was doing exactly, Drew passed me a bottle (which i then learned was Vodka). Without thinking I took a swig and realized that this was a potent beverage. Disgusted by its taste I asked "what is that?". I passed the bottle to Zack and Drew passed me another. I took another sip of something tasted quite similar to hairspray (rum). I definitely didn't like either of which I was handed so I passed both bottles back. Both bottles circulated back to me so I obligingly took some more sips. This circulation continued until the bottles were done. I started to feel a bit dizzy, like I was in a haze. Zack decided to trek through the woods and Drew decided to take me for a walk. After climbing a hill and throwing a few snowballs both my body and lips were numb, but for completely different reasons. When out of the blue I fell, Drew picked me up and held me tight. Things were still hazy but I do remember his face getting closer and closer. I was still oblivious to the situation at hand, not anticipating anything at all. Nothing could have prepared me for the interaction I was about to experience. I had been in a couple situations where kissing was an option and I chickened out, but this time I was taken by surprise. When all of a sudden the good looking, vest wearing lad put his lips on mine, I realized that I could not feel them. On top of that, it quickly came to my attention that I hadn't any idea of what to do once your lips touch. Now, I later found out that Drew had NOT partaken of the awful substances from earlier that evening, so his account may be different. I do remember standing in the beautiful snow-covered hills with my mouth open. Just open. I did not move my lips or head, I just stood there. After a couple seconds I recall saying "you should probably teach me" as I fell over yet again. At this point I began to walk away, back to the Christmas party (which I forgot to mention was hosted by my parents best friends). As I hap-hazardly strolled across the busy street I was quickly aided by the hero of the night, Drew. He took me inside, now wet, from falling in the snow on numerous occasions, and brought me downstairs. As I was about to nod off, he decided to take me home. I remember walking into my house, I saw my parents watching Seabiscuit and walked up to my room. Unfamiliar with my new state of mind, I wrote on my hand 'kissed drew' in bright green ink and fell asleep. I had had my first kiss and was determined to remember it! ... and I did.