Part One of a Series

Profound Is In The Mind Of The Thinker Or Not At All




When I was fourteen kissing was disgusting. Spit was unclean, and I had no use for anything in someone else’s mouth. I KNEW THAT.



A friend who was two years older worked at the telephone company putting calls through and connecting callers with one another. He used his position to be in touch with his friends between the calls required as part of his job. There was a pretty and precocious girl of thirteen who schemed together with the guy to enlighten me about kissing.


He set up a meeting for the three of us one evening, in his car. No one else in our ‘crowd’ had a car. So he and Judy were in the front seat, and I was in the back seat. We went for a drive, as we often did in the evening, and then he parked in a quiet spot and broached the subject of my innocent ignorance standing in  my own pathway. He asked Judy if she would help to show me what he was talking about, and she agreed. She came around and got in the back seat with me. I was not receptive, and was only apprehensive. Eddie gave instructions from his position in the driver’s seat. The experiment was brief and devoid of any pleasure or pleasantness at all for me, but I think Judy learned that kissing is a mutual pleasure or it is not at all pleasant.

When I was a seventeen year old in high school, I was still riding around at night in the cars of friends who had access to one.  In the fifties automobiles were the vehicle of choice for learning.

I preferred the company of girls to the other gender, and At that time there were only two genders, as far as I knew..

One evening I was being driven around by an attractive older girl, whose sister was in my class, and several of her friends were in the car. When we stopped in front of my house to let me off. Someone mentioned that since I was the only boy in the car, and I was about to leave, I should properly kiss each girl goodnight.
By that time I accepted kissing as a part of the dating game, and agreed without reluctance to the chivalrous suggestion from the girls, one who had openly admitted to having a crush on me. I kissed her first, and then proceeded to the next, saving our older driver ‘til last. Her name was Jo. When we had all finished, except for Jo (and me), she leaned her head back on the seat rest, and waited. I moved into position from my place in the back seat and leaned forward to kiss her. Our lips met. Time stood still. After several minutes we were both content to continue ‘til the end (of time). Suddenly the girl with the crush grabbed me roughly and jerked us apart, saying, OK THAT’S ENOUGH!”

That is/was/and always will be the kiss of a lifetime (mine).

Jo and I never kissed again, and hardly even saw each other after that, but I am still hoping to see her again (in my mind).
I don't know what happened to the girl with the crush.