tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147851636190932129.post6330251107183511949..comments2023-04-17T07:09:21.567-07:00Comments on The Monday Fundays: a kiss with a fist is better than none.Merdeezyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10153348757531072377noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147851636190932129.post-77867653903075871012011-09-20T20:56:13.344-07:002011-09-20T20:56:13.344-07:00Love it! Brings me back to all of my first kisses...Love it! Brings me back to all of my first kisses. First there was Anne whom I kissed while walking home from kindergarten as she ate a cheese sandwich. Lucky for me, I kissed her again while in high school which was a bit more romantic. Holly Reimer tried her best to teach me how to kiss during her senior year in high school while I was a freshman. Her tutoring sessions were probably to advanced for me at my young age and as my parents disapproved of her for a variety of reasons, those sessions did not last long. I kissed Tammi Neimann in the back of my best friend's car during my sophomore year as he drove around trying to find her house. A year later, I kissed my best friend's sister and we ended up dating for 8.5 years (proof to myself that I'm a great kisser). My last first kiss happened a few months after the previous relationship had ended and I'm proud to say that 16 years later, we are still finding new ways to develop our techniques :) Just saying!<br /><br />SteveStevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12868625613215504040noreply@blogger.com