Each week Kerri Sackville is running a series titled “My First”. This week the theme is My First Kiss. I decided to add my thoughts.
My name is Georgie, I am nineteen years, nine months old, and I have never been kissed.
I know. In a world of Tinder, Cosmo, and casual hookups, I’m still sitting at the kiddie table.
I’m not sure how it got to this point. I never intended for it to. In my young imagination I was going to have the Real High School Experience, complete with huge parties and lots of making out. But I suppose along the way I was ‘blessed’ with social anxiety and Saturday nights spent partying turned into Saturday nights spent in bed, fearing the outside world. It’s a bit hard to be kissed when you’re too scared to talk to anyone of the opposite sex.
Meggie Royer, in her wonderful piece “For Twenty Year Olds Who Have Never Been Loved”, writes:
All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk.