The Dink Network

Umm... if Spin the Bottle counts, like 5th grade. If not, then my first *real* kiss was when I was fourteen, about a year ago. Basically, I was dating a boy who shall remain nameless *cough* and we were at a mutual friend's house hanging out in the basement. (We'd spent the night at a battle of the bands where he got me some very nice police tape which reads "Caution: Open Trench" and which still hangs above my door to this day... anyways.)
Someone came to pick us up and we had to leave, but before we got out of the unsupervised basement, my friends were all like "Kiss him!" to me and "kiss her!" to him... so I looked at him and said something like "eh, why the hell not?" and macked him. French and everything. It was nice. And apparently really funny. Oh well.