First Kiss at the Junior High Dance

24th March 2009

We were twelve. He was born on the same day as me, at the same hospital, delivered by the same doctor. When we finally met, I was the anxious new girl in his eighth grade homeroom.

He was shorter than me, a lot shorter, like all the boys back then, and neither one of us was cool. Apparently I was a little less cool than him, because we’d been meeting at a neighborhood park for a while, and he wanted to keep it a secret.

We were at a school dance, and it was the last song — a saxophone-laden ballad by George Michael. We’d been hugging at the end of every slow song, so I was confused when he pushed me back a little and then leaned toward me.

His kiss landed on my cheek, on the soft skin just below my eye and above my cheekbone. He barely touched me, and half my face lit up.

Walking out to the car where my mom was waiting, I could feel that spot glowing. Mom took me to the McDonald’s drive-thru for soft-serve butterscotch sundaes with crushed peanuts on top. I was uncharacteristically silent, every bit of me distilled into that one point where his lips had brushed me. Lovely.

24 thoughts on “First Kiss at the Junior High Dance

  1. Thomas

    Your first kiss experience far outshines mine. I got my first kiss at age 16 at summer camp. It wasn’t nearly as exciting or memorable as the experience you’re describing.

  2. Megan

    You were both 11 in eighth grade? I was 11 in fifth grade. Either you’re a genius or I’m really slow.

  3. Heather-in-Australia

    “… every bit of me distilled into that one point” … ohhhhhhh, that is lovely.

  4. Maggeh Post author

    Megan, we were both on the young side and also had that birthday where you barely, barely make it in. We both turned twelve a month into the school year. I was seventeen for my first month of college.

  5. Linda

    Hey, this is a precious and beautifully written memory. Let’s not quibble, let’s practice some gratitude for the lovely nudge to remember our own first awakenings and re-capture for ourselves the first time we felt that giant leap fwd in a persons life and whether at 12 or 20, re-feeling that first zing and glow is what we should be focused on here.

    Well at least thats what I focused on.

  6. Logos

    My first kiss was in grade ten. I was about 15. A few months later I learned that she was still sleeping with her ex and only with me to make him jealous. No wonder I have issues…

  7. Jessica

    Ahhhhh – the angst and yearning of my 12-year-old self. Been there, have the fondest memories. Thanks for putting it so eloquently and taking me right back in time.

  8. Michele

    Very sweet. I remember some kisses from 8th grade dances (outside). Can’t remember the first one but I can remember the best one.

  9. Sean

    I remember my first kiss, was in 8th grade. It was on the steps outside school, after an after school club meeting. After the kiss she looked at me, smiled and said, “let’s try that again.”

  10. cluckandtweet

    I’m so impressed that you can remember your first kiss (that’s not a reflection on you, that’s a reflection on my own poor memory). I think I practiced on a pillow and talked to my sister-in-law and then drank a lot before that date. I’m going to claim your memory as my own.

  11. Renee

    Maggie, you know i love this don’t you? You made me go on Plinky and answer the question. I remember mine well too. Thanks for the memories…P.S. I LOVE that list on the left nav bar. I need to make mine.

  12. Somer

    You tell it like it’s in a romance novel. Precious. My first kiss was at summer camp. I was 11, he was 12. When he kissed me, I hyperventilated and had to be taken to the nurse. Yup. I’ll never forget that one.

  13. Maggeh Post author

    I finally got out a calculator, and it’s true, we were twelve. I’ve corrected it, because it’s seriously stressing folks out, and I am not some Doogie-genius. Much love, Maggie

  14. Joe

    I tried to answer on Plinky but it wouldn’t take my location. It was on the back stairs of an upholstery shop in Kaiserslautern Germany. It was a summer hire job between my sophomore and junior years in high school. I was 15 (such a late bloomer).

  15. monica

    i went to my first dance at 12. with jason. who was shorter than the average boy. and i happened to be taller than the tallest boy. i felt self conscious about the height difference so came up with a plan to fix it.

    i lifted him up. i grabbed him around the waist and lifted. so his feet were swinging about 8 inches above the ground. in hindsight, maybe that wasn’t the best solution.

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