Her name was lola, she was a showgirl With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there She would merengue and do the cha-cha At the copa copacabana The hottest spot north of havana At the copa copacabana Music and passion were always in fashion
I was in 6th grade, it was in the hallway at school right next to the Counselor's office. Her name was Lori Vise. I think I bit her lip pretty bad.
I forgot her name (I think it was Kristen?), I forgot when (7th, 8th grade?) and I don't remember the place - man it hard getting old. I do remember it was at my first big party without adults, but that's all I remember.
Sister Marie Ellephaunt, she belonged to the order of the Sisters of the Sacred Bleeding Heart of Jesus, about 23 and a babe. I think. All dressed in black, with a starched white headband. In the rectory basement amid scattered religous artifacts.
Um, I believe Paul and Gene originally had a band known as Wicked Lester. This was obviously before they found Ace and Peter, though.
For all you late bloomers out there (not "losers"; I never wanted to just kiss random people either, and I don't blame you for being careful)... here's another one. I was 19. The guy, "Ferdinand", was 32. (yes, same guy I still talk about much later; not a great entanglement for either of us but it was hard to get out of comfortable patterns) Even more strangely, it was his first real kiss as well. Where? I think in the less-frequently-used part of the Rice Student Center...
Carrying on the Michelle theme. I was 16, almost 17, in the back of my friend's car in a McDonald's parking lot. She threw up afterwards. LOL. PS: I'm really a pretty decent kisser, she was just drunk as hell.
I was a late bloomer as well. I was 19, she (Julie) was 21, and it was in Kelly Hall, a UTEP dorm. I got a kiss on the lips after Prom my sophomore year of high school, but I guess that doesn't count as real according to the guidlines of this thread.
I was 16 Girls name was Kim Was in the movie house by Almeda Mall In the seats during a showing of Radio Days Must have been pretty good, I was with her for 4 years, none of my other romantic entanglements have lasted that long.
I was 16, he was 21, his name was Andy, and it was at a red light somewhere in NW Houston - he decided we needed to play the "red light game" where you make out at every red light till it turns green.
Good thing [Andy] didn't want to play "doctor" - [name that movie] How'd you succumb to this? From previous post history, I am thinking you were just too young to know better? Wasn't he doing something illegal in Texas?
