Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Michael D'Agostino has decided to continue The Question of the Month, although he won't participate himself. He's a busy, busy guy.
"When was your first kiss?" is Michael's question for November.
Ah, Michael, I think I was thirteen or fourteen. I liked a boy who had kind of long blonde hair and blue eyes. What a shock when I learned he liked me, too.
I invited him over to my house. Of course, my parents were at home. When we had a moment alone, he leaned over to kiss me. But he stuck his tongue in my mouth!
I didn't know what to do. It was my first kiss, and this boy's tongue explored my tonsils.
I think I gagged a bit before I bit his tongue. You bit me, he said.
Ahhrmuhbah, I replied.
We talked on the phone almost every evening for a few weeks. I went to his house once. The parents were not at home. His sister, older by only one or two years, sat in a circle with her group of much-older friends. They passed around a joint. Ash fell on my shirt and burned a hole in it.
I don't know how it happened, I told my eagle-eyed mother when she noticed.
Our romance was brief. He liked me more than I liked him. Besides, I still didn't know what to do with someone's tongue down my throat.
I broke up with him. We never spoke again, but I had plenty of tongues enter my mouth over the years, and I learned what to do with them.
Our class had a reunion several years ago. The list of the deceased included the boy with the long blonde hair who gave me my first kiss.
Infinities of love,