LOL, what a ride!!!!! My first french kiss was, OMG what just happened????? My parents would not even think of me dating, and this was double dating, until I was 16.
5th grade the new guy came to our school. He actually came up to the front of the school on the back of his Dad's bike. You got it, black jacket, dark brown hair, big green eyes, whew!!
After about a week or so I found out he lived the next street over from us and his dad was a friend of my dad's and they were in the same Harley group
8th grade, Lane and I were neighborhood friends and nothing more until our spring dance. His dad let us out at the driveway to my house and told him he would drive on home but not to be more than 15 minutes. As we talked he leaned in and there was my first french kiss. I was done in and had no clue what to do. He laughed and said, relax, and I was thinking easy for you to say mister! I went in for seconds and liked it, then my Mom came to the door. End of that
12th grade, Lane and I stayed friends and spoke and cut up all the time but never dated. At our prom he grabbed my arm while Steve was not looking and pulled me behind the stage curtains, where many seemed to be

, and laid one on me. He told me he could not let me leave for college with out one more kiss.
Now, Lane still lives close to me. He married one of my dear friends right after high school but they divorced about 4 years ago. One day at work we hired a new CPA and one of his accountants I found out was living with none other than Lane. As we talked she told me they live about 3 blocks away from me.
I've ran into him a few times and we always hug and do the it's so nice to see you thing.....for me, in my perfect world of fantasy, I wish he would grab me one more time