So, I was at Target and I was walking in the parking lot with Madison when I saw the guy that was my first kiss walking the opposite way into the store. I lifted my hand to give a friendly wave hello, but he didn't see me or recognize me. One of the two. Or he did and was like, "UGH, I REMEMBER WHEN YOU DUMPED ME ON YOM KIPPOR!" I'm sorry! I forgot you were jewish and didn't realize that's why we didn't have school!
Let's talk about my first kiss.
It was a Friday evening. Seventh grade. Middle School! We were at Lincoln School at the REC center for Friday Night activities. The people that ran REC were kind of dumb... the first week and they never explained the rules to us, so they just kept kicking people out on first offences instead of actually telling us what we were and weren't allowed to do. So eventually, the entire seventh grade class was just standing outside in the parking lot waiting for our parents to show up and take us home. Two girls I didn't really know yet came up to me and asked if I was interested in kissing someone. I wasn't, but they didn't really seem to care and went and grabbed this guy K.B. (#1) from our class and was like, "Here! She wants to make out with somebody!" I didn't- and when he started beckoning for me to follow him behind a car I didn't follow him. That was kinda grody! Just making out with someone I didn't know? And I hadn't yet- so that was even crazier!
The girls came back, "Oh, so he's not your type? Hmm..." They disappeared again and soon enough J.H. was brought over and shoved at me. He had a charming smile even for being so young and asked, "So, I heard you wanted to make out." I opened my mouth to start to tell him no when all of the sudden next thing I knew he was on my face and his tongue was in my mouth. I was dipped back, arms flailing as he did this and I had no clue what to do so I just kind of went with it. Next thing I know I hear, "LINDSEY SCHOONMAKER IS MAKING OUT WITH J.H.!!!" (screamed by the lovely M.T.). So, -everyone- in the seventh grade class turned to watch. Lovely. I was so embarassed. I remember T.S. cheering for joy. He was my childhood crush and he had NO interest in me. I was finally over him, it seemed.
It must not have been that bad though because he asked me if I wanted to again and I said ok and went for it. We dated for a solid two weeks and four days after that. Until... for absolutely no reason I came to the conclusion that he was not the one for me and had a friend call him on our day off from school to break his seventh grade heart on my behalf. I always felt bad about that. (Sorry J., if you ever read this.) Shortly after that I dated K.B. (#2), and then when he broke up with me because (and I quote) I'm "too weird" (No hard feelings!) my date-ability just went downhill. That might be when I transitioned from being a 'cool kid' to a 'nerd.'
... Interesting story, eh? I wish I remembered who the girls were. A blonde and a brunette. Maybe they'd know. ... I doubt it- haha. Funny how people probably don't even realize the part they played in stories that stick with you your whole life.
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