First kiss....
Is it just me or does everyone think your first proper kiss is just about the most exciting thing that can happen to a person?
A new survey has found more than 60 per cent of blokes in Britain believe remembering their first car is significantly more exciting than remembering their first kiss. In fact, while more than forty per cent of these unromantic cads can rattle off their first number plate – while just thirty percent can remember the name of the girl they first locked lips with!
My first car was a baby blue Corolla my dad bought at the government auctions – not bad – I liked it well enough, but my first kiss? So much better….
I was nearly 16 (so I was terrified of ‘sweet 16 and never been kissed) – it was a balmy April night in a beach side Perth suburb - I had been let out of boarding school on a Saturday night to attend a netball wind up…
I should mention here I can tell you EXACTLY what I was wearing (great outfit by the way….1984 was an awesome year for fashion) – I was waiting out the front of the Scarborough Hall towards the end of the night.
Anyway, there I was, leaning against some bogan’s hotted up yellow Monaro when wham bam thank you ma’am – suddenly I’m have my first kiss with a drunk bloke called Brad!
And the best bit? We hadn’t been at it long at all, when my friends came out of the hall and caught us in the act! Kissing and kudos – couldn’t have planned it better if I tried – and it was INFINITELY more exciting than a baby blue Corolla!
A new survey has found more than 60 per cent of blokes in Britain believe remembering their first car is significantly more exciting than remembering their first kiss. In fact, while more than forty per cent of these unromantic cads can rattle off their first number plate – while just thirty percent can remember the name of the girl they first locked lips with!
My first car was a baby blue Corolla my dad bought at the government auctions – not bad – I liked it well enough, but my first kiss? So much better….
I was nearly 16 (so I was terrified of ‘sweet 16 and never been kissed) – it was a balmy April night in a beach side Perth suburb - I had been let out of boarding school on a Saturday night to attend a netball wind up…
I should mention here I can tell you EXACTLY what I was wearing (great outfit by the way….1984 was an awesome year for fashion) – I was waiting out the front of the Scarborough Hall towards the end of the night.
Anyway, there I was, leaning against some bogan’s hotted up yellow Monaro when wham bam thank you ma’am – suddenly I’m have my first kiss with a drunk bloke called Brad!
And the best bit? We hadn’t been at it long at all, when my friends came out of the hall and caught us in the act! Kissing and kudos – couldn’t have planned it better if I tried – and it was INFINITELY more exciting than a baby blue Corolla!
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