Story of my first kiss? Well, it seems that I was a very timid guy all throughout high school and into my first few years in college. Went on a few dates, but never passionately kissed a girl; nor had a GF... until my senior year in college.
Met a really neat & cute girl through a Christian club in college, and after several dates she finally had to hit me over the head with a brick (metaphorically speaking, of course) to get me to kiss her intimately. We were sitting on the couch in her Mom's living room after returning from a nice dinner at a local restaurant. I had never even held her hand yet. That's when she bluntly stated "Look, I really want to kiss you!" Pleasantly shocked, I said "OK, great!!!"
That first time was absolutely fantastic... it was wonderful to hold a special girl so close, so gently, and so tenderly. I loved feeling the soft warmth of our wet lips sucking on each other, thought that the tiny fuzzy hairs on her cheeks were adorable, enjoyed the perfumed smell of her ears, liked nuzzling our noses together, and savored the feel of her warm breath on my face.
She was a fabulous kisser, and she made me feel exactly like I was Tom Cruise... at first.
After several months of serious dating, I loved her dearly. However, she started getting more and more dissatisfied with me (and told me so) because I certainly did not look like Tom Cruise... nor did I have a tanned and ripped body. She began complaining, started getting extremely difficult to please, expected me to constantly entertain her, rarely said "thank you" for anything, and was becoming just plain rude. Several times as we were walking hand-in-hand around a local mall or another public location.... she'd see other guys who were really handsome & buff, sigh loudly, and ask "Why can't YOU look like THAT?!?!?".
The harder I tried to please her, the more she seemed to think that I was a dimwitted, boring, unattractive, paste-eating dullard. It was as though she had literally transformed into a completely different person.
Slowly, it began to dawn on me that our relationship was doomed. I decided that it was self-destructive and stupid to stay together with someone who seemed to enjoy being arrogant, insulting, and cruel. So, after issuing a few blunt warnings (which she laughed at)... I broke up with her.
That was when it hit her that perhaps I wasn't such a bad catch after all, and she wanted me back... but it was too late. It was over. Forever.
The flood of her tears and apologies just didn't do anything to convince me that she'd suddenly changed after so many warnings. I simply didn't want to risk getting stuck with a b*tch... nor risk the prospect of a future divorce.
Hoping that perhaps she had learned an important lesson and that she'd treat her next BF better, I said goodbye and we never saw each other again.
Later, I ended up marrying the next girl I dated... who complimented my appearance, genuinely enjoyed the special times that we shared together, never complained, was a great cook, said that I was smart, and was always supportive. We now have a nice family with 2 daughters.
- William Benteen
