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So, all my life I have heard about the first time you do something new, that it's special and that you will remember it forever.
Your first kiss.
Your first sexual experience.
Your first time having sex.
I have heard about how that first experience is unforgettable. It is something special, or should be.
I've been told I should wait until I'm with someone I love to do any of the above.
I kind of didn't.
And you know what? I'm sure my experience, was just as good or bad or average as the rest of yours. (I'm still undecided what I really think of them)
The first time I ever kissed a boy was when I was young, say, five or six. You might say that doesn't count but in my books it does. I would go over to his house, he would open the front door and lay one on me. The adults would gush and I'd make a big deal out of it to draw out the attention. The first time I kissed a girl was in year three, she wanted to know what kissing felt like and I told her she could practice on me. And it felt good on both accounts.
The first time I had a sexual experience was with the same boy mentioned before. I can't remember who initiated it, but one sleep over we began to imitate the things we saw on TV and in movies the adults didn't know we had watched when they weren't looking. I was ten or eleven then. We had both started to hit puberty and were feeling things we didn't understand. What we did understand, was that when we touched each other in certain ways, it felt good. So we kept doing it until we got to an age, I think twelve, where the adults stopped putting the boy and the girl in the same bed for a sleep over.
According to the dictionary's definition of sex, I have never had it, according to somebody else's definition I have. According to my own, I got half way there. My first time being intimate with someone and actually understanding the full extent of what I was doing was last year with another girl. We kissed, we touched, we fondled, for about ten minutes or so before she suggested we stop and go to sleep. Which was easier for her than for me annoyingly enough.
The reason I remember these, is because they were repetitions in my life. The actual first kisses with that boy I can't remember, I just remember them being a thing that would happen everytime I went over. The first time I experimented with him I can't remember, I just remember the touching and the feeling good and him wanting to do it during the day. I was never down for that. The only reason I remember the first time sleeping (or getting half way to) with her, is because it's the only time I have.
I have never held 'firsts' in very high regard. And you know that could be because my parents have never been able to tell me my first word, or about my first step. I don't know whether or not I liked my first day at kindergarten or school, or who my first friend was. I don't know what the first book I ever read was, or what colour my first bike was. I don't even know what my first birthday was like, and the only thing I know about my first day of life, was that my Poppys (Grand fathers) wife was the first person other than the doctor to see me in person. Well, she saw the top of my head anyway. And that my mum gave birth to me in the doggy position but moving on.
I have friends who will tell me about their first kiss only a year or two ago, and how special or not as good as they were hoping it was. I have friends who are waiting for someone 'special' to take their first kiss let alone the rest, while another friend is telling me about the new position she tried with her boyfriend last night.
- So, what is it that appeals so much to other people about firsts?
- Do you remember your firsts?
- Are you waiting for your first?
- Do you wish you'd waited, or are you fine with how things worked out?
By the way, for those wondering, I'm seventeen.
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