Foundational Firsts: Smooch Tale

I would like to start this post by stating, once again, a heartfelt “sorry” for taking such a long absence. I was too busy being young and lively and not having access to a laptop while gallivanting around the world. So, maybe I’m not sorry. Maybe you should be sorry you weren’t there with me, and if you were, I’m sorry you had to put up with me for such a extended period of time when I was away from my laptop.


Secondly, today also just so happens to be the one year anniversary of me starting this blog. Time flies when you’re not writing blog posts, doesn’t it? Hopefully now that I am a big-shot college graduate, I will have more time to devote to this website and you, my adoring fans.


This post is inspired by another website that sucks the souls out of many youth similar to myself: Facebook. To promote social interaction and sharing private information on the World Wide Web, Facebook will show you prompts that include questions you absolutely feel no need to share. Those people from your youth group you haven’t seen since you got your braces off and your mom’s great aunt especially. So, I figured I would do it here instead where only people who elect to read it will do so and you can know my deepest and darkest secrets.

For me, the prompt that showed was this beauty:

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Here is a first moment that has come to define me as a Nance and as a person who often does things terribly the first time around.

First Kiss

As I reached my middle school years, I had come to accept the fact that no boy would ever want to kiss me and I would have to spend the rest of my life with my Legolas cardboard cutout sleeping on the other side of my twin bed. I’m unsure why I thought I would still be sleeping in a twin bed as an adult, but I digress. Puberty came in like a wrecking ball, and Miley Cyrus was not naked atop it, although maybe I should consider myself lucky on that front. One fateful day in seventh grade, my friends and I were walking down the hallway to Spanish class and my BFF at the time decided to ask a boy in our class out for me. I hadn’t had a boyfriend before and I was sure as hell not anticipating his response to be in the affirmative. However, Middle School Jesus was on my side and George Washington (All names have been changed to preserve said seventh grade boy’s dignity) (you know who you are) said yes. We exchanged some awkward hugs and an occasional “I love you” via the World Wide Web and overall it was an extremely serious relationship that lasted a total of five days.

Shout out to "The Creators of Shrek" for indirectly causing my first smooch

Shout out to “The Creators of Shrek” for indirectly causing my first smooch

This expanse of time happened to include a weekend, and as most people that are young and in love do, we went to a movie. The movie that George and I selected was the Academy-Award-Nominated and highly accredited film: “Shark Tale.” With a star-studded cast of celebrities such as Will Smith, Angelina Jolie, Robert De Niro, and an excellent version of “Car Wash” sung by Xtina herself, Shark Tale is not a film to miss. We went with our two friends, Mahatma Gandhi and Hillary Rodham Clinton (names have been changed again) (you know who you are). As the lights dimmed, I knew that it was a magical day. George put his arm around me and I awkwardly leaned against him with the armrest stabbing into my ribs, but I didn’t even care. I was in love. I could sense the moment was coming as the Will Smith fish was seduced by the Angelina fish and I was hoping that one day I would be as hot as that Angelina fish. George started leaning in and I was like “OH SHOOT” and then everything went into slow-mo and it happened and I have never been the same. Apparently our friend Mahatma wanted us to french kiss, but I was inspired by the song The Pussycat Dolls recorded solely for the soundtrack of “Shark Tale” entitled “We Went as Far as We Felt Like Going.” As we walked out of that movie theater, the sun shined a little brighter off of my braces and the air smelled a lot more like Abercrombie Fierce. We parted ways as his mom came to pick him up and my dad did the same. I went to bed that night hoping the scent of cheap cologne in my hair would last forever.

As Monday rolled around and I went back to the grind of middle school life, I decided that maybe George wasn’t the man for me. The ending of love is always tragic, and this was no exception. I wimped out and had Hillary Rodham Clinton do it for me before third period and Spanish class at the end of the day was quite a painful experience. My only regret is ending the relationship before my birthday because I’m pretty sure he would have gotten me a gift card to Starbucks or something. I wish you the best, George, and may your smooching experiences always be as special as ours was.


One thought on “Foundational Firsts: Smooch Tale

  1. Ho ho ho Nancy- this really brings me back to my youth! You guys and your “french kissing.” Back in my day, before I met the late Mrs. Harrington (God, I really miss her. She was the turtle to my dove. The bacon to my eggs. The only woman I have ever truly loved. Oh and boy- she really was a woman all right! You remember her Nance. Have you ever seen more of a woman than my wife? Those marvelous hips, and those tight bosoms. I certainly was a lucky man, and I thank my lucky stars that she entered my life [and for Old Man McLarsky for liquoring her up the first time I met her…LOL] ), I had a crush on this young lady in my 6th grade class. Her name was fatima, but boy was she anything but fat. She had sandy blonde hair, rosy red cheeks, and the cutest freckles that you ever did see. I went to sleep every single night during the fall of 1951 praying to Lord Jesus that he would make her my bride. One day, we were at Old Man McLarsky’s pond, drinking lemonade and playing on the tire swing (you’ve been there before Nance, you know what I’m talking about) and I noticed she was acting differently around me than she usually did. She seemed a bit more…how do I put this…coquettish than normal. I didn’t dare kiss her, though. Holding hands was enough action for me back then (I don’t think I physically could have handled doing anything more at that point with my raging hormones and all…you know what I mean…LOL!!). Well anyway, we were standing under that large apple tree in McLarsky’s side lawn (BTW, did you know that that tree is the oldest Cortland apple tree in all of Akron? I believe it was planted during Grant’s presidency. Let me look it up real quick…yup. Grant’s presidency. Oh boy, that sure was a long time ago) and we were talking and tickling each other…you know, what kids do. And I went to grab her hand when all of a sudden…my pants were around my ankles! That SOB McLarsky had pulled my pants down right in front of Fatima…undergarments and all! Boy oh boy was I angry! Fatima’s face got real red, and she ran off as tears were streaming down my face (and McLarsky’s too…that bastard couldn’t stop laughing lol). Anyway, it was meant to be I guess. Mrs. Harrington was the only true angel for me, and my old man never really liked Fatima’s parents anyway (he would always complain that Fatima’s father was a bogart with the Mary Jane…whatever that’s supposed to mean). Plus, she only had one arm, so I’m not sure how well our marriage would’ve worked out. I believe she drowned in a swimming pool years later, but you could never really confirm such a thing back then without all this fancy shmancy technology and social media that you young uns have today. Anyway, this post really brought me back. Thanks a lot Nancy! And also, don’t hesitate to come over to the pond sometime soon. It’s getting hot out here, and I think a barbecue and swimming party could be awfully fun. Bring David Shannon if you’d like too! I heard he likes stuff like that. -James

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