Relationships

Where Have You Kissed People?

Kiss and Tell by Sara Macel

A kiss during a 1970’s honeymoon at the beach.

Where have you kissed people? Photographer Sara Macel asked dozens of people that question, and then she photographed their kissing spots — like woods, rooftops and restaurants.

“It’s like the opposite of a crime scene,” she told me on the phone. “It’s also amazing how little of a prompt you have to give for someone to tell you the most intimate details of their life.”

Kiss and Tell by Sara Macel

A kiss at the Natural History Museum during a school trip.

Kiss and Tell by Sara Macel

A kiss in a car after working a shift at the diner.

Her project spoke to me because places can be such a key part of an experience. When I walk around the city, there are so many random places that feel significant — a kiss years before, a break up, a moment when I couldn’t help sobbing on a street corner. Sometimes experiences are as much about the place as the person.

One memorable kiss story from a past life is when I went with friends to a restaurant on Manhattan’s Lower East Side. Beforehand, one of the guys and I had gone out three separate nights alone — to a band, a movie and a bar — but no kiss had happened. Finally, at the end of this group dinner, he said, “Sorry, guys, will you wait a second? We have to go over here and have our first kiss.” And we walked around the corner and did just that.

What about you? Where have you kissed people? I’m so curious…

P.S. Crying in public, and my sister’s awesome dating tip.

  1. Art Smith says...

    1966. Junior in high school. First date with popular girl Sally to see The Sand Pebbles. She had previously been the girlfriend of the student body president when we were juniors. Some one told me she wanted to go out with me. We held hands. We kissed during the movie. It was great. French kissed. Next day in the cafeteria. Senior boys at one long table. Senior girls facing us at another. Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, jello. One of my friends tells me that Sally said I kissed like jello. Suddenly all of the senior girls start laughing and kissing their green squares of jello. And looking at me. My buddies fell of their chairs. Laughing. Humiliation ensued. For the next forty years I tried not to kiss like an snack food that was so easy to prepare, even a child could do it. At our fortieth reunion I saw Sally. She took me aside and said that she had something important to tell me. She said she was sorry for the whole jello kissing incident forty years ago! By way of explanation she said that the student body president had been a really aggressive kisser. I was a softer kisser. That was all there was to it. The jello was an unfortunate reference, she said. She kept apologizing. I laughed and I accepted her apology. Making amends has been an integral part of my life for the last 30 years. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I thought of giving her a kiss in return, but I didn’t want to press my luck….

  2. In 1962 I was a Freshman at what is now known at NAU, in Flagstaff, Arizona and even though I was an Arizona native, I had never seen the Grand Canyon. A guy best described as friend and who knew I hadn’t yet seen the Canyon, invited me to drive there to catch a sunset. Naturally, I was thrilled so I cut my last class and we drove the hour north, arriving perhaps an hour before sunset. Imagine being able to drive right up to the edge and be the only car in the parking lot. That would never happen now. Anyway, we sat in the car as it was quite cold and watched as 56 colors of purple filled up the canyon and ribbons of orange, yellow, pink and magenta filled the sky. And, oh yea. A kiss.

  3. Holly P says...

    My first kiss with my now husband was a special one. We met at work and became friends, attending happy hours and barbecues with friends before realizing we had a romantic connection. Since he lived about an hour away we’d meet after work sometimes at a nearby beach for a walk along the water. One evening we walked to the end of the pier to watch the sunset and shared our first kiss there. A few years later we said goodbye to the city where we met and were married at the end of that same pier overlooking the Pacific. Now whenever we travel we share a kiss at the end of every pier, dock, or breakwater. It’s a fun little reminder of our first kiss in each new place we visit.

    • Samantha says...

      This is beautifully romantic <3

  4. I absolutely love this concept and Sara’s execution of it within these photographs. “Opposite of a crime scene” is such a great way to describe; the photos feel almost ominous and like you know something big happened there, but then they represent such tender and memorable moments in people’s lives (probably some good and bad, ha!). Thanks for sharing!

  5. Cg says...

    I’ve had a handful of first kisses at different stages of my life that are memorable, a few truly worth mentioning: behind the engineering building late at night in college with a guy from my dorm. We just left a party that we weren’t interested in and he was walking me back bc it was late.

    Atop a cliff side (ish) over looking avocado groves in the last light of a balmy summer day.

    At a movie theater watching Top Gun. I was 15. Ha!

    But one will always remain my most special. In the late of night, in the rain, under a tree. We were soaked and I was playing around and “brushing” him with my wet long hair. He pulled me in really quick for a fierce hug and blurted out “God, you’re so skinny.” For a moment I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or if he was repulsed. Then he went in for the kiss and I figured he wasn’t repulsed. We dated for five years and go married. Recently we just celebrated our 19th wedding anniversary. (For the record I wasn’t *that* skinny, but did wear a lot of baggy/loose clothing.)

  6. My most memorable and most favorite kiss was in the back of a NYC taxi! Ha ha. It was pretty intense and still, to this day, I often wonder what that taxi driver must have been thinking!!!

  7. Hannah says...

    My current love. We were both so excited and nervous, we waited a whole 5 dates for our first kiss. We came home one evening and kissed in the kitchen, in a moment, nothing else mattered. We didn’t stop kissing all night, it felt like we were teenagers who’d just discovered one another after years apart.

  8. Vale says...

    I was 19 and it was the beginning of my sophomore year. We were in Davis, a small college town in California with warm evenings and lawns and fruit trees and crickets. I was hanging out at a friends house, and flirting with a guy I knew – he used to play lacrosse (had recently graduated) and I was on the women’s team. He had a beer, I had a cider. We were playing catch outside in the street at dusk. We keep getting closer and eventually it was impossible to keep playing, we felt silly. I stepped up on the curb to be taller and look in his eyes and he kissed me. I didn’t have any intentions at the time. That was, let’s see, 1994? We’re married now in SF with kids and full lives. I’m so happy that kiss happened!

  9. Robin says...

    My most memorable kiss was my last kiss. You’ve ever been so swept up in the moment that when you think back to that moment so many other details come up? Well my last kiss was with my first love. Long story short, he moved back home (which also, unfortunately, just so happens to be in New Zealand…I live in America). The entire week was a bit sappy but bittersweet at the same time because we knew we’d see each other again as adventurous as we are. We’d spent the entire day packing and getting ready to go home. I’ll skip a few states over, he’ll skip a few continents over. I’d be on my way to grab shampoo from the bathroom, he’ll be on his way to grab his shoes and we’d just collide and stand as one until it became unbearable for one of us then we’d go back to packing.

    So came the moment to part ways. We stood on the sidewalk just holding onto each other for a bit and I honestly wasn’t prepared for the kiss but it happened with smiles and giggles and grasping onto one another like we’d never felt a single touch before. We high-fived on it, hugged and parted. I don’t know…it was just summed us up. It was only until later did I realize how touchy feely we actually were! And oh goodness, all of my neighbors saw us. We laughed about it later on but ehh, carpe diem. I think what made it memorable was the freedom that came with it. Not a care in the world. Not thinking about what was taking place at that moment. Not caring about who saw us. Not thinking about what would happen after we let go. Just being carefree. Every kiss should be just that.

  10. Lisa says...

    My first kiss with my boyfriend didn’t seem all that special at the time but it’s so fun to look back on. We had gone on one date and I wasn’t so sure about him, but on the second date he took me to my favorite restaurant (rare in a world of “let’s meet for drinks”) and when we sat down he started chatting with this older couple seated next to us. I remember looking at him and thinking oh my gosh, I could love this guy. That night after dinner we ubered to a bar in his neighborhood, me sitting in the middle seat next to him, holding hands. As we were about to go into the bar, he grabbed me and turned me around and said “I really want to kiss you” and then he did. It was surprising and nice, but no fireworks because we were in front of the bar and I was caught off guard. Fast forward to an hour later after a shuffleboard game and we’re making out like bandits in the booth at the bar. Eventually we went back to his place so I could “meet his dog” and we made out some more, and from then on I was a goner. That was a great second date, and every time we kiss I feel lucky to have met him.

  11. your story at the end was great! it’s weird and amazing to think how a certain place can bring back a rush of emotion

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  12. Loving all these stories! Please consider officially sharing your story with the Kiss & Tell project by emailing directly to me: sara@saramacel.com and tell me about the most memorable place you’ve had an intimate encounter.

    Please be sure to describe the location of the kiss in detail. What time of day/night, what season, if there was something particularly memorable about the place please mention that as well. What was said just before or after the kiss and what became of you and this other person – all are of interested. All participants will remain anonymous!

    And for more info on future editions of Kiss & Tell, please visit saramacel.com and sign up for my mailing list. Thanks again Joanna!

  13. Meredith says...

    I love these stories so much I felt like I should share my own!

    My first kiss was with my first boyfriend (in COLLEGE!) – not his first kiss, but definitely mine. we liked to take walks and stopped to stargaze on the intramural fields. He was my first love!

    other memorable first kisses happened much later – years after being single and starting dating again. There was the super quiet guy who took me to museums on dates and then kissed me in the car before we parted ways. He spoke fluent German and he was so handsome. my stomach just dropped every time he said something in German to me (and when he kissed me, unexpectedly!) another was a guy who kissed me on a first date (he was a total stranger before this night!) in a noisy dive bar – we had been playing the “36 Questions To Make You Fall in Love with Anyone” game from the New York Times, and for one evening, it really worked. we traded compliments for one question and he skipped his last turn by interrupting that he really wanted to kiss me instead. We ended up going our separate ways, but I’m not sure i’ll ever forget the way he kissed me goodnight, pulled back grinning at me, and then kissed me again a few more times, like neither of us wanted to leave.

  14. Tala says...

    My first real kiss: age 15 on an overnight train In the USSR. No parents around to catch me – Just KGB!

  15. I have a good one… a handsome Italian exchange student lived across the street from me in high school and I had THE BIGGEST crush on him; we were friends, but I was 17 and he was 20 and it felt out of reach. I was out on the street washing the car and he was shooting hoops in the driveway and asked me to join. Of course I did. As a freckle-face, I got hot, sweaty, and bright red (as I always do when running around, not in a cute way, in an “are you ok?” post-gym class kind of way… ha!). The ball got away from us and I leaned against the retaining wall/ flower bed for a break and he reached over me to get the ball and… kissed me. Sweaty, pony-tailed, red-faced, in gross, dirty car washing clothes. I felt so pretty. (And… I got to have a summer fling with a hot, kind Italian guy before heading to college…). Such a fun topic to reminsice about!

    • Geraldine says...

      Love this

  16. This might be my favorite post you’ve ever written :)

  17. This series is so special and oddly intimate despite their lack of actual people in the images. It forces me to play to stories out for myself.

    Memorable kisses for me?

    1) At the fair. The guy I was there with kept suggesting we go on the Ferris Wheel the entire day we were at the fair. I kept subtly rejecting the idea because I was/still am shaky about heights. It turns out he had had this elaborate plan to kiss me at the very top that he had told our friends about (who were also at the fair with us) and coordinated it all. The sun started to set and we were getting close to leaving, so he pulled me off by myself. He stood facing me & said, “I just have to do this” and kissed me right there in the middle of the fair. I was surprised and just remember how bright and buzzing the scene was around us. Very solid first kiss!

    2) My first kiss ever was in a movie theater lobby. We had just gotten out of the late show, so it had to be about midnight. The employees were cleaning up, were in the process of turning off the lights, and the smell of popcorn lingered in the air even though the concession stands had been all cleaned out. I went to say something to him – not sure what – and was met with a kiss completely out of nowhere. It was planted sloppily/awkwardly as only kisses between 15 year olds can be.

    3) And with first kisses come last kisses. One of my last kisses with a guy I had been on/off dating for nearly two years was in the parking lot of our hometown football stadium. I was a sophomore in college 3 hours away and he was working while taking classes a local college. We had had a tumultuous relationship. He told me he’d been having feelings toward someone else. I cried. He kissed me. We hugged for a long time. He promised to visit and never did.

  18. Taylor says...

    This past Monday, my husband and I rode our bikes to the park for a picnic for some much needed friend time. We spent a long time sitting on a blanket with my head in his lap talking about our favorite moments together…it was the sweetest.

    We talked about our kiss at the Louvre Gardens, where we snuck away from our friends to make out for a minute behind some bushes, and when we would kiss in my car in college because of super strict no mixed gender dorms. There was the kiss that accidentally ended up with a busted lip, and all those hungry kisses at the beginning of our relationship where we never wanted to stop kissing.

    We’ve only been together six and a half years, but we already have so many special memories! I loved talking about it. Great post/prompt!

  19. What a sweet post! Although I’d love to say my most memorable kiss is with my husband, it’s actually with my baby girls. We adopted our twin girls from Japan and we received them in a hotel lobby in Himeji, Japan. I will never forget that sweet moment- holding my baby girls and giving them a loving kiss for the very first time. I share my adoption story on http://www.jeansandatea.com.

  20. Alyssa Leister says...

    This is seriously a fantastic and dreamy thing to think about! I can think of some interesting locations. Including outside a diner and in the middle of a gazebo of a cemetery. While things didn’t work out with those kissers, I can remember the giddy feelings of it.

    To be honest, last night I had the most romantic, sweet kiss of my whole 26 years. It was with a friend, who will likely only ever be a friend, but it was the sweetest moment and I will always remember it.

  21. Lea says...

    We met in Tokyo, he’s from New Zealand, I’m from Germany. We spend a few days together with a random and very fun group of travelers. I was not looking for any romantic fun. I just got out of a long relationship and thought I wasn’t ready for anything new, not even a little travel romance. But after the first evening together it was pretty obvious that there was something between us. The more time we spend together, the more fun we had, the more (sexual) tension was building up. At first I thought it was just me, but I started realizing that he would always stay close to me when we were out adventureing and give me those looks that send shivers all over my body. After a few days we started separating from the group, it was still very innocent, long walks and talks, crazy hikes up to the top of Mount Fuji, a lot of laughter, holding hands, a few long hugs, he would caress my back and I would close my eyes and stay very still and concentrate to not jump on him :-D I was falling head over heels in love with this guy. That was really not what I needed right then. So, after a lot of thinking and trying to be all reasonable, I decided it was better for me to let him go. I needed space, I needed time for myself, I was just at the beginning of half a year of traveling and I could not fall in love with someone who lived thousands of miles away from me. I invited him to meet me on the rooftop of my hostel, right under the Skytree (Tokyo Hutte, if in Tokyo go there, it’s awesome). I was all ready to let him go. I was so sure. But as soon as he stepped through the door and looked at me with his bright blue eyes and this big smile, it was all gone. He sat next to me, already realizing that something was going on, asking me what that sad face was about. But I couldn’t say a word. He waited, came closer, caressing my back, his lips just inches away now. And then, I didn’t want to hold back anymore, I didn’t want to do the responsible thing anymore, I didn’t need time or space, I just wanted to kiss him. And that’s what I did. Right there in Tokyo on a rooftop under the Skytree.

    Fast forward 7 months: We made it work. We are a couple. He is here with me in Germany right now. And by the end of the year we will hopefully start traveling together again. It is a crazy travel romance relationship. But I wouldn’t want it any other way right now.

    • Sil says...

      Beautiful story!

    • The sweetest! Congrats to you two!

  22. Alice says...

    Two of my previous “last kisses” have taken place on a street, in very dim lighting, with the rain pouring down as each of the men have put me into a car.

    The first- aged 22, he walked me to my car, kissed me fiercely, looked me dead in the eye and told me that I HAD to drive safely. It was a Sunday in September, we were in Southampton (UK), and the rain was just apocalyptic. A week later, we broke up over skype.

    The second- just two months ago- in Palma, Mallorca. He carried my suitcase in one hand, and held my hand with the other. It was about 6:30am, the weather was unseasonably dreadful after a weekend of glorious sunshine. We joked that even the weather was sad that I was leaving. He walked me to a taxi rank on his way to the marina, where he worked on a yacht, and stood with me, in the warm, pouring rain. He took my face in his hands, and kissed me. I think we both kind of knew that it would be the last time we saw each other, even though we maintained it wouldn’t be. He put me in the taxi, I waved as I drove away, and cried the whole way home.

    It’s such a sweet thing to think about, the places we’ve kissed people. I’m daydreaming away now!

  23. Taste of Spain says...

    Love this series! My first kiss was the day of my 14th birthday with a boy I didn’t like too much… but we were in the cinema watching ‘Happy Feet’ sitting on the back row… and I had another friend sitting on my left (haha, third wheeling much?). Not the most memorable!

    However, my first kiss with my now-husband was swoon worthy. We met when we were 10 in the same church congregation but I moved away when I was 13. Four years later he spent 10 days with my family in Spain after we’d both graduated, but because I had a boyfriend we didn’t even cuddle or hold hands, even though we talked to 4:30am every single night! (I did break up with that boyfriend the day I came home from my trip.) A year later, I went to visit him in England. One night, we were out for a walk and he said he had a question he’d been meaning to ask me for a over a year. So I said, “what’s up?” He than asked, “can I kiss you?” — and I said no!! It’s funny now thinking back on it. A few days later, we went for another walk along a canal. The day had been perfect, we were practically alone, the sun was setting, and all of a sudden, I felt him swaying side to side. Next thing I know, we’re listening to ‘Til Kingdom Come’ from his phone speaker, softly dancing, and when it finished, I told him that if he asked me the same question again, my answer would be different. So in the magical evening light, he asked if he could kiss me again, and I said yes! (Funnily enough, this was his first kiss ever!)
    Three and half years later, we were engaged on that same spot in the canal in England, after dancing again to Coldplay, re-creating our first kiss. Oh, I’m feeling like we need to revisit the canal again before our first baby is born!

  24. ira says...

    My first kiss and my first love was in a local pool, where I spent most of my summers. I looove the smell of chlorine eversince, it is so romantic to me. Happy place. More than twenty years after that first kiss I started swimming three times a week at a masters swimming team. It is an instant pick me up.

  25. Amrutha says...

    What a unique project!

    Sweet love, how many memories have you given us?

    When I first started dating my now husband, we texted a lot late at night after he was done with work and I was done with school. We talked about a lot of intimate things even though it was early in the relationship. Our first conversations were rather deep and covered both of our biggest losses in life. However, we never kissed even though we felt so close. He would send me “virtual kisses” aka kissing emojis and I would do the same. I remember asking him when he would actually kiss me. One night after watching a movie, as I was walking out if his apartment, he grabbed my hand and pushed me against a wall and planted a messy kiss on my face. It wasn’t the most well coordinated but it is still my fondest kiss so far. Probably because he is now my husband but also because it had the most innocent and awkward sense about it.

    Sweet love, keep giving me memories – each day, each hour, a single minute.

  26. Katie D. says...

    I have had the same thought about my special locations in New York, and have even considered pinpointing them on a map (I suppose something of a geographic visal journal)! Some of those “first kiss” spots include the corner of Norfolk and Rivington (after a friend’s birthday party, with said friend’s coworker); the middle of Union Square Park at 11 p.m. (not intentional!); outside of the 8th Street subway entrance; and 73rd and 3rd, as I jumped into a cab. I left New York in 2009, but memories of those specific places will always remain with me. Even so, I think I might still create the map. :)

    • Joanna Goddard says...

      Oh my goodness I have had the map thought too! In my twenties I kissed all over downtown Manhattan ;) would be such a fun personal project haha

    • I JUST told my boyfriend I want to make a map of all our NYC spots! We met for a blind date on the corner of 41st and Fifth Avenue and, most everywhere I turn these days, I am reminded of a memory. I can’t decide how to make the map, though…

  27. Traci says...

    A memorable kiss was ten years ago this summer with my now-husband. We were newly together and met up with some of my closest friends at our spot on a small lake outside my hometown. It was an incredibly dry season, and for the only time I’ve ever seen, the lake had significantly dried up. We snuck off as new loves do, walked to the middle of the lake (or rather, the lake bed) and under the starry, moony, lovely sky shared one of our earliest in a long line of kisses. I can still feel the humid air when I think of it.

  28. Katie says...

    My most memorable kiss was one that was completely unexpected. I was a college intern at an ad agency in NYC for the Summer and had been out having a casual beer as “just friends” with a slightly older, attractive coworker. In the moment between saying goodbye and turning towards the doorway of my apartment, he swept me around, pulled me close and kissed me. I literally felt the sidewalk fall beneath my feet and I had to hold on to him to keep my balance. I remember walking through the hallway back to my apartment, slowly gliding on air…just wanting to hang on to that amazing feeling. The guy turned out to be a headcase, but I’m grateful to have experienced an earth shattering kiss like that.

  29. Bird says...

    We were both 17 and it was the summer before I moved out-of-state for college. We were friends through high school but had only recently admitted to having romantic feelings for one another. We thought ourselves very practical 17 year olds and were convinced that we could never be together and that our college and career plans would always keep us apart. We finally gave in to our feelings and began dating a few months before I left and had the sweetest summer together. It was my first ever kiss as well as my first kiss with him and it felt like I had been waiting forever! The lead up to this kiss lasted for weeks. We went to all of these romantic spots together – walks along the beach, cuddling on benches by a pond at sunset, and embraces in the garden that he played in as a little boy, behind his grandparents house – and on each lovely and scenic occasion, he would start to psych himself up to kiss me, and get so very very close, but got so nervous each time that he would start shaking – literally shaking from head to toe. I knew that I wasn’t his first kiss, so, to this day, I still find it incredibly sweet that the thought of trying to kiss me made him so nervous. After a few weeks of many almost kisses and lots of cuddles with my very shaky sweetheart, one night, we were sitting in his car and were centimeters away from finally kissing – only to be interrupted by my sister! I whispered something in his ear about how he would have to gather up his courage one more time tomorrow. The next day was the 4th of July and we were at a friend’s house celebrating. That evening, while the rest of the group was setting off small fireworks and sparklers, we snuck off and said we were going to drive around to try to find a place to watch real fireworks. He drove around aimlessly for almost half an hour while we talked about where we should go to watch fireworks. Then he stopped the car somewhere (I don’t remember where anymore), turned to me and announced that he really didn’t care about watching any fireworks. I told him that I didn’t care about watching fireworks either, and then he wrapped his (shaky) arm around me before he leaned in and kissed me. That kiss and the ones to follow would have been fireworks enough for the night, but during a pause in our kissing a few minutes later, we glanced out the windows and saw actual fireworks going off in the distance. Our relationship took a brief pause, for about a year and a half, during college. College and career plans didn’t do much to keep us apart after all, though. We are happily together now, long distance, and have just one month left until our next shaky, wonderful, heart-fluttery kiss at the arrivals gate in the airport!

  30. Cait says...

    I have loved reading these comments!

    • Nic says...

      Me too. This is unexpectedly my favourite post ever! I’ve been returning to read it throughout the day at work!

    • Alice Quin says...

      Me too!

  31. celeste says...

    my best friend, meredith, passed away this weekend. i was seventeen, and it was late on the way home from a school trip. sitting next to her on the school bus, somehow the conversation turned to my first kiss, which hadn’t happened yet. i remember my classmates vying to be the first, and i was completely freaked out. eventually interest waned, and we all returned to our private conversations. i was relieved. and then meredith asked me if i wanted her to be my first. i said no, but then she kissed me anyways. right there on that grimy leather seat.

  32. Twyla says...

    This is such a genius premise for a photo book! I’m sad I didn’t think of it… Also sad they’re sold out.

  33. Rachel says...

    I just unearthed a wonderful memory from a previous life, thank you! What a gift.

  34. Katie says...

    I was going on 21 when I had my first kiss with the boy who would become my first boyfriend. We worked together over the summer, and had begun talking and spending time together. I thought he was just so cute. My roommates and I threw a big party, and he stuck around after everyone had gone home. We planned to stay up for the sunrise. We spent the night watching Jeopardy! reruns and talking in my kitchen. Close to sunrise, we drove to a building on campus and climbed to the roof for the view. We talked, the sun came up, and he hadn’t made any moves. I was getting impatient so I told him I thought he should kiss me and then take me home. He was taken aback but gave me a good solid kiss and I was satisfied. We spent 3 sweet years together.

  35. ACB says...

    GREAT topic because there are some kisses that you never forget…just because of where they happened. I had one in the parking garage of The Grove in LA. The guy I was dating said he wanted to kiss me in the elevator but didn’t (there was no one else in it! I guess he just missed the moment)- and I will forever remember the sexual tension building in the elevator and then the kiss when it finally happened next to his car.

  36. Ramona says...

    Well my “first” kiss was when I tackled Jimmy Miller when I was in third grade. (Never led to anything else, but I’ll never forget it!) When I was in fourth grade, we moved out of town. Moved back when I was a sophomore…and my parents bought his parents house! Just a coincidence. Still never led to anything else.
    My first kiss with my husband was on our first date. We went to the high school Christmas musical. We went on a private intermission in the hall. While sitting on the steps, he kissed me so sweetly on my forehead. I fell in love with him that night. Twenty years later, we reenacted that kiss. And this past year…we celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary!

  37. I had been on a few dates with this guy and we hadn’t kissed yet and I was starting to think I had been friend zoned. Then one night we made dinner together at his house. He had started to clean up and I got up to help him and he said “No, let me!” and I was arguing with him about it and grabbed a plate and started washing it and then he grabbed ME and kissed me. And then we made up for lost time!
    He ended up being kind of a dick and things didn’t last between us, but to this day it’s my best first kiss.

  38. leticia says...

    In a cold cold night, in front of the stairs of Delancey st station

  39. One of my most memorable kisses was on Bourbon Street in New Orleans during a torrential downpour. I was visiting the city for a friend’s Bachelorette Party and met the man at a karaoke bar on our last night. All night, he spun me around the dance floor, with our last dance taking place outside the bar as rain fell in every direction. We went on to have an exhilarating eight-month relationship.

  40. Lisa says...

    I have three very memorable ones.

    The first was pre-husband. I had a crush on the drummer of a band I was friends with. The evening was one of their farewell gigs at a venue which is sadly now an estate agents in Shoreditch (London). It was a fun night – they had a great gig and we hung out in the private band area afterwards. He took the bus home with me and missed his stop so he could kiss me good night. The relationship didn’t go much further than that (he went back to California a week later) but it was just one of those great kisses.
    The second was my husnand – we were still dating and he went on holiday with his family for a week. The plan was to meet in Paris (so already pretty romantic …). It was December and the weather was crazy – very heavy snow, the Eurostar and flights had been cancelled but we both made it. We agreed to meet in a coffee shop in Places des Vosges. I took the stupidest route from the metro so ended up walking for ages in the cold, dragging my suitcase through snow. I finally arrived and it was just one of those amazing kisses; I was tired and had missed him so much it was such a relief to be with him again
    And the third is multiple kisses. In my third trimester of pregnancy, I dreamt that my baby was kissing my cheek (in the baby style, i.e. slobbering all over you). Now he does it in real life and my half just bursts when he does (though my cheek is drenched)

  41. Jennifer says...

    Oddly, on two separate occasions (and in two separate states), I have made out with a guy on a riverbank. Not even a guy I was dating, just a guy who had previously been a friend. When I tell stories about the past, my husband often asks, “Wait…did you make out with this guy on a riverbank?” It is so random, but quite enjoyable at the time. :)

  42. MB says...

    On my first date with my now-husband, he was pulled over for rolling a stop sign outside of our college bar and arrested on the spot on suspicion of drunk driving. I walked home in tears! Once at the station, he blew under the legal limit so was released. However, he was so embarrassed about how the date ended that he wouldn’t return my phone calls. Because it was around Valentine’s Day, I sent him a valentine that said “Still waiting for my goodnight kiss.” That got his attention, and we made plans to watch a movie at my apartment. When he arrived he said “Ok, I need to kiss you right now,” and the rest is history.

  43. It was a private lane in our neighborhood just a few streets away from my home in Hawai’i. He was 17 and I was 19, we had been friends for about 2 years but we both knew we liked each other what with all the flirting and midnight messages. He messaged me and told me he was around the corner so I snuck out and met him down this private lane. I was super anxious I wouldn’t know how to kiss and it would be so awkward and embarrassing but once he finally cornered me with all his teenage hormones it was like an explosion of heat and heart and that feeling and memory of our first kiss still takes my breathe away. I married that man 4 years later and now 14 years later I still drive past that little lane in our little town and and it makes my heart jump.

  44. Carrie says...

    My first kiss was in the band room at my middle school. It was this tiny room tucked away up some narrow stairs in the back of the gym. Some of the boys in class found me on recess and told me to come with them, that my crush was waiting for me. I followed them, and a few minutes later the two of us are surrounded by a handful of goofy middle school kids all watching and waiting… I was so nervous I looked at him and blurted out “you better not french kiss me”….he didn’t ;)

  45. Jessica says...

    My first kiss was an epic fail! Had this huge crush in 7th grade on a guy from Switzerland who was attending our school in PA for a year. After months of pining (on my part!) my friend and I met up with the boy and his buddies. We were all on roller blades and started a game of street hockey. Halfway through the boy asked me to talk a walk (or roll) behind some houses, of course I agreed! We somehow ended up on a hill and he kissed me, I was ecstatic! Until I lost my footing and immediately started sliding down the hill on my stupid roller blades to the sound of laughter (unbeknownst to me the other boys were watching!). It remember it was hard to know how to feel – I was so happy yet completely mortified! Haha.

  46. Blythe says...

    When my husband and I were first dating, our first kiss happened in a crowded bar. We’d been dancing and dancing and dancing and I was just waiting for him to kiss me. We were taking a break from the dance floor and en route to our group of friends when he pulled me aside and said, “There’s something I just need to get out of the way.”

    And that was our first kiss!

  47. Jenna says...

    Throughout all of middle school and high school, I had a crush on a boy in my grade. We went to prom together but couldn’t date because he wasn’t allowed to until after high school. So then when we did finally date during college, we ended up having our first kiss at night on top of a local water tower! It was windy and crazy cold up there, and I remember shaking, but I think more from the anticipation of kissing someone I’d liked for so long!

  48. Kristina says...

    So fun reading everyone’s beautiful stories! Here is one of my most memorable first kisses:
    I was studying abroad in Copenhagen where I met a Canadian guy that I secretly fell for immediately. We had been shyly flirting for a while until we finally went on a small biking trip for an afternoon, just the two of us. Afterwards we had a cup of tea back in his room in the old town with a view of the beautiful brick buildings across the small street. We were sitting next to each other on his bed (since there was no other place to sit) and I could feel the tension and my heart beating. I was crazy excited but calm at the same time. Then he leaned closer, gently pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen across my face and gave me the most tender kiss with his hand still on my face. Then he leaned back, we were both grinning at each other in happy surprise, and he said, almost with relief, “wow, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” It was so sweet. That was ten years ago but I’ll never forget how right it felt and that I wanted to be nowhere but exactly where I was at that moment.

  49. Jules says...

    My first kiss with my husband was a week after we had met. We met on the first day of college orientation. After watching a movie one night, we walked to a bench on the bluff that overlooked the Willamette River and the city of Portland. He put his arm around me and kissed me. One of the best nights of my life. That was 13 years, 2 kids (another on the way), and 1 golden retriever ago. :)

    • Katie says...

      Too sweet- I know just the bench you are talking about as I have shared a first kiss in that same spot! Go pilots!

  50. Paige says...

    Most memorable kisses – While at a local amusement park, a friend and I decided to go into one of those haunted house attractions (you know, the ones where you sit in the mini cars meant for little kids), and as soon as all the lights went out we spontaneously started full on, hot and heavy, making out. It was really passionate and unexpected. We never told anyone or did anything physical afterward, but the experience definitely unforgettable.
    Then there was a guy I went on a date with – we went to a small, independent theater in the city. Afterward, we broke the lock to climb on top of the parking structure that overlooked the entire city. We sat for a while and then shared our first kiss. It was magical.
    Last, but not least, another guy and I made our way on top of the buildings that run along Main Street in my hometown (think old-school Western, pioneer style Main Street that’s been upgraded to be a “hip” part of town, very much like Park City, Utah). We folded up paper airplanes and threw them down to the street below. Some with random messages written on them, others blank. We dangled our feet off the edge of the buildings and sat inside the old bell tower and talked for hours, which, again, eventually led to kissing. All very memorable experiences.

  51. Jill says...

    My first kiss was on the Meditteranean beach in Spain with a French boy who gave me, to me surprise, a french kiss :) I remember thinking immediately I was so excited I had such a rich story to share with my grandkids when I got old and gray!

    But my favorite kiss was my first with my now-husband, under the night sky after cuddling in a hammock. It was a complete surprise which made it all the more beautiful.

  52. Simone says...

    First kiss: a deer stand!

  53. i love these comments! my husband and i met at work, became fast friends, and one night we disclosed our feelings. we decided we couldn’t pursue it, even though our hearts felt differently. we were out one night a couple of weeks later, where at dinner he said “we’ll never be together and we have to be ok with that,” but afterwards held my hand as we walked. at that moment, i knew i had to go for it. we went bowling and at midnight (also, his birthday), said let’s go outside and look at the view of the skyline. we stood on kent ave in brooklyn gazing at the lights and i grabbed him and kissed him. that was 8 years ago and we have been together ever since.

  54. Talia says...

    We were having happy hour at work on a Friday afternoon and a guy friend and I engaged in a deep conversation. After I got home, he called me and said he wished he had kissed me. I ran back to the office (I lived only about 5 minutes away) and blessedly everyone had left. He kissed me and I knew I had met the love of my life. We shared a few very short years together until he passed. Best memories ever.

    • Amy W says...

      This breaks my heart. So happy that you two were able to share some of your lives together. I hope you find another similar love in the future.

  55. Sarah says...

    It sounds so cliche. But I was on a school trip to Europe one summer – our school in Michigan teamed up with a school from Pennsylvania. There were new boys who didn’t know anything about the group of girls that I was with (we were maybe a little nerdy back home, but here in this foreign country, we were so cosmopolitan!). The boys were so odd. We gave them all nick-names so we could talk about them.
    The red-headed boy (Almost Amish or AA for short) decided that I had a crush on him. Probably not, but I pretended. We were climbing the Eiffel Tower, and he pulled me aside and gave me my first real kiss. It was actually awful and I avoided him the entire rest of the trip. But a french kiss on the most french monument on the planet… it’s a fun memory.

  56. Gina says...

    My husband and I met working at a summer camp with the prying eyes of counselors and campers everywhere. We got very creative with finding secret spots to steal a kiss. My favorite being the walk-in freezer where we would both go in to grab an “ice-cream.” The memory of freezing temperatures and warm kisses still makes my heart leap.

  57. Jo says...

    When I was in college there was this boy that I had been friends with for a while. We had flirted but nothing else had ever happened between us. One night I was coming back from a date with a different guy, and this boy was hanging out with some of my friends in front of my apartment. Eventually it was just the two of us sitting on a bench and talking. It was the night of daylight savings changing for the fall, and it was kind of cold, and my friend brought us out a blanket, and he and I snuggled and talked until we were so close our lips were touching. He said, “is this ok?” And I kissed him, and we kissed and kissed for a long time. I think the time changed while we were kissing. When I finally stood up to go in my apartment, my knees were shaking and I couldn’t stand up straight. He made me literally weak in the knees!

  58. Samantha says...

    My bf and I met at work. I really liked him from the first time I saw him. It was night shift, we finished at 2am and I started asking him to take me home, since we didn’t live too far from each other (he had offered to take me). I liked him so ridiculously much. We hung out a couple times with other people, I accompanied him one time to get something he left in his house. Never did he even suggest that he wanted to kiss me, but I was dying to kiss him. One day we went on a “date”, to this place called Lulu in the Colonial Zone of Santo Domingo (we live int he Dominican Republic). It was raining when we arrived, so he got out of the car with the umbrella and then “pick me up”, and when I got out of the car he unexpectedly kissed me. It was a quick kiss, but I guess you could say it set the mood for the rest of the night. We drank wine, talked, and when we got on the car again the tension had grown so much, it was a full on make out session :)

  59. Becca says...

    ski lift!!

  60. Many of my kissing memories are the locations that stand out in my mind so clearly … I met and married my husband when I was 21 .. so my adult life was spent kissing that man in all kinds of locations … Paris, London, Argentina, NYC, Central Park, the cinema, the supermarket lol He was a romantic, he didn’t care who was looking, he would just grab me and kiss me … Just because.
    I sure do miss him & those kisses.

    • Emily says...

      That is so cool! What happened to him?

  61. Leigh says...

    Though I think about it all the time, I have never actually written this down before. At the turn of the last century, my great-grandfather built a house near a creek in my hometown. My grandfather and my mother grew up in that house. My first kiss with my high school boyfriend was on a bench overlooking that creek. Sitting in that spot so familiar to me wasn’t planned, it’s just where we ended up on a walk and where he gently (and finally) asked me if he could kiss me. This was of course after two years of that weird adolescent angsty dance of wondering if we both “liked” each other more than the best friends we’d become. It still brings pain to my heart and tears in my eyes when I think about it.

  62. Alex says...

    I have two most memorable first kisses. First – at 19 years old, on New Years Eve on South Beach (Miami) rolling around in the sand at midnight with the guy that became my college boyfriend while fireworks went off above us. Second – at 29 years old, in a yellow cab speeding down the BQE at 3am, right as it comes out below the Brooklyn Heights Promenade and you get that amazing view of lower manhattan with my now-husband.
    Oh my gosh, this made my day thinking about these kisses. I’m gonna run home from work and plant a big one on my husband!

  63. Allie says...

    I grew up in a quaint Dutch town (Pella, Iowa) and my then boyfriend and I climbed the small windmill by the wooden shoe pond soon after our first kiss. Our second kiss was there! He also proposed on top of the windmill and a neighbor called the police on us. A few months later we took our wedding pictures on top of the windmill and the same neighbor came out of his house to wave and smile at us. He had no idea!

  64. Liz says...

    I once snuck out of my parent’s house at night in the pouring rain to meet the “bad boy” of the neighborhood. We walked around the corner and stood barefoot in my neighbor’s wet grass and talked for hours and kissed like teenagers do. Ahh, young (puppy) love.

  65. Aged 16 and still never having been kissed, I remember firmly holding out for a person worthy of sharing a first kiss with, even if everybody around me had sloppily ‘gotten it over with’ whilst tipsy at high school parties. It wasn’t perfection I was looking for, it was simply something that would be meaningful to me. He and I had been friends for a year, and after a while the feeling of friendship was soon replaced with a more foreign feeling that I ignored, and soon realised was the desire to be closer to him. Though highly ironic, but in all seriousness, his name was Love (oh, the Swedes), and after weeks of texting that made my skin tingle and my heart race, I boldly suggested to him that we take a walk together, just him and I, by the lake after a cosy cafe gathering with our mutual friends. I remember the tension that built up between us, as the stars twinkled above us, the snow gleaming as it reflected the moonlight, the world silent as the lake had frozen over. We trudged by the lakeside until we reached the Stockholm City Hall, and though the rest was a bit of a blur, a long hug had turned into a kiss, and I started laughing because it felt so strange (first kisses are sloppier than you imagine them to be). I laugh now because despite convincing myself it wouldn’t be ‘perfect’, the stars seemed to align (quite literally), as we were illuminated by a spectacular building, in the snow under a starry night, and I kissed a boy called Love.

    (The link shows almost exactly what that evening looked like!!)

  66. My husband and I dated long-distance for awhile (NYC to Columbus). Unbeknownst to me, he came to visit and show up at a concert I was singing in. He somehow managed to get a message to me that I was needed in the lobby before the concert started. I came from an upper floor and saw him looking up at me from the ground floor. It was as if the dozens of people around us melted away and I could only see him – I couldn’t believe my eyes that he was right there when I believed him to be 1000 miles away. I sprinted down the steps, dropped my binder full of music with a loud clang, and started furiously kissing him. Apparently it caused quite a scene, because when I came out of the fog everyone was staring at us. It was an amazing moment.

  67. Renee says...

    In a prison parking lot. Sounds crazy, no? We were both employees, I was relatively new. We had a few conversations when we would catch each other going into or out of the institution. After two or three of these meetings, he leaned down, mid-conversation, and gave me the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had. This grew into a relationship, very close, intimate, passionate, and he’s the love of my life. I love to tell the story of how I fell in love in prison!

  68. jacquie says...

    My boyfriend and I are in graduate school and spend an obscene amount of time in the library studying for exams. So, like the cliché, the best place we’ve kissed is “the stacks”. We’re both in our 20s but there’s something about the risk of getting caught by the cranky librarians or a fellow student that makes it exciting!

  69. jacquie says...

    My boyfriend are in graduate school and spend an obscene amount of time in the library studying for exams. So, like the cliché, the best place we’ve kissed is “the stacks”. We’re both in our 20s but there’s something about the risk of getting caught by the cranky librarians or a fellow student that makes it exciting!

  70. Katie_B says...

    I met my now-husband at the campus bar when we were students. We talked until the bar closed, then he walked me back to my dorm. I kissed him when we said goodbye – I surprised myself being so bold! But I knew he was special and didn’t want to regret a not-kiss if he didn’t call. Of course, he did!

  71. Amy says...

    Most memorable first kiss: New Years Eve. It was a first date. Neither of us had plans and he suggested kind of last minute that we go out for drinks. We went to a local bar (the only one that wasn’t totally packed) and we talked for about 3 hours straight. Suddenly it was the countdown! We looked at each other and without hesitation kissed at midnight. We kissed like teenagers for the next few minutes and both had big smiles on our faces afterwards. The relationship didn’t work out but I’ll never forget how 2015 started :)

  72. Adrienne says...

    At 11:50 pm on New Year’s Eve, I was in a bar, surrounded by a group of my boyfriend’s friends (all coupled), waiting for him to show up (late as usual). My friend Adam noticed me awkwardly waiting, alone in a crowd, near tears, and came over to talk. I was so absorbed in our conversation that I didn’t even notice everyone counting down, but he did. At midnight, as metallic confetti rained down around us, he lifted me up by the waist, spun me around, whispered “you’re amazing” in my ear, kissed me on the cheek, and sent me back to my just-arrived boyfriend. Not one of the kisses from the then-boyfriend were that magical or memorable. But now Adam and I have been together for about four months, and every one in that time has been.

    • Lee says...

      i love this story!

    • Talia says...

      Love this!

    • Sarah says...

      Swoooooon!

  73. Brittany says...

    The first time my husband and I kissed was on our third date. We were geocaching in a park, but we had not found the geocache. He leaned in and said, ” Well we might as well get something out of coming here” and kissed me! Six years later and I still get butterflies when he kisses me.

  74. Heather says...

    My first kiss with my husband was terribly awkward but highly memorable. We met online and I went to meet him at the airport when he arrived. He was waiting on the sidewalk carrying a smushed bouquet of flowers that he had shoved into his backpack for the flight. I leaned in as he turned his head and just caught the corner of his mouth. We were both surprised and a little embarrassed, but it’s a funny memory.

  75. Madeleine says...

    I am French and my husband is South African. When we first started dating (very long distance!), I promised him that I would kiss him on top of the Eiffel Tower and he promised me that he would kiss me on top of Table Mountain in Cape Town. And within a year, both kisses happened :)

  76. Joanna Goddard says...

    I’m loving these!

  77. Melanie says...

    My most memorable early kiss was on the front lawn at my parents house. A boy I had liked ALL summer and 2 years my senior came very late to my 16th B-day party as he had worked at a diner. He brought me a piece of key lime pie (my fav) and after all my friends left we laid out on a blanket in the front yard, we were talking with our mouths so close and by the time he kissed me I was shaking, he asked if I was cold – I certainly was not as were still int he heat of summer. We’re both married now are parents – I see him around the new city we both relocated to from time to time and I smile and think of that night almost 15 years ago when a boy first took my breath away.

    • Melanie says...

      I want to follow up with my husband and my first kiss – we were in college and had been spending many nights watching movies and talking together. One night we were up quite late, semi-snuggling in his dorm room and talking lip to lip (again! these boys torture me!) and I told him I was going to kiss him and if he didn’t want that to happen to turn his head (the anticipation was killing me) – he said I could only kiss him if it meant that we were exclusive and it was the ‘real deal’ – 9 years later, a wedding, a house, a puppy and a baby on the way – it certainly is.

  78. HJM says...

    I kissed my high school sweetheart (now husband) in front of his parent’s home. There was this cement wall that was perfect for sitting on and saying goodnight and we would always end up there, kissing. One particular night we sat there in the rain and when I came home, I lied to my mother about being out too late because “my car battery had died.” I think she knew the truth but I didn’t care. Whenever we visit his parent’s, we always glance at the cement wall and say that’s where it all started.

  79. Kate says...

    I moved to another country six weeks after my fiance and I started dating. Three months later, he came to see me. His flight was delayed and I had been at the arrival gate for hours waiting for him. I felt like I was going to vomit and pass out from the nerves. Finally (finally finally) I saw him in the crowd. It was an out of body experience. I barged through the crowd towards him and he had to lift me up and move me out of the way because I wouldn’t let go of him and we were blocking the path! We are in the same country now : )

  80. My most memorable kiss was my first real kiss. I was MADLY in love with this boy, I was seventeen, and I was about to move out of state. We were both heartbroken. We went out, he walked me to my door, and he kissed me. It was probably still, to this day, the best kiss of my life…even though I had no idea what I was doing. Of course, I was mortified when I walked through the door to discover my little sister had been spying on me, and it’s funny to think about his mom sitting in the car waiting for us, but it’s nice to know how real our feelings can be when we’re young.

  81. Kait says...

    My first kiss with my husband was in the bed (scandalous!) of my first apartment. We had been on a few dates but I wasn’t totally sure they were real dates or if we were just friends. I had a lot of anxiety at that time in my life and would often watch animated kids movies right before bed so that I could ease into sleep. One night after a date he came over and watched Aladdin in my room so we didn’t bother my roommate, and we started cuddling closer and closer to one another throughout the movie. By the time A Whole New World came on he had placed his lips ridiculously close to mine and we just went for it! Hilarious that our first kiss was to such a ridiculous song/movie, but it was also so sweet. We finally figured out that we were dating!

  82. Melanie Price says...

    A bazillion years ago I went on a trip to Boston with my close friend. We had just graduated college and wanted to celebrate by taking an impromptu trip. We booked our flights, hostel and off we went.
    Upon arrival we went to a (fabulous!) dive bar where we happened upon a rowdy group of Rugby players on a pub crawl. I ended up talking it up with a gorgeous man (who of course had an accent!). After a few hours of talking and laughing (and a few beers) we went outside and found a quiet spot and kissed. And kissed and kissed and kissed. *Sigh* I still get goosebumps every time I think of that night….
    Cheers,
    Melanie

    • Erica says...

      I’m walking down Boylston St in Boston right now, curious if one of the pubs I’m walking by was it!

    • Melanie Price says...

      Erica…could be!!! I can’t remember the name of the bar…boo. It did have an alley right next to it (as most bars prob do in Boston). Cheers.

  83. S says...

    My husband and I first kissed on a busy street corner in the town where we live, at night on the way out of a show. We often walk by the corner and if we have to wait for the light to change to cross there, we’ll stop, smile, and sneak a kiss.

  84. lindsay says...

    my husband and i met at a party at my apartment, where a mutual friend thought he was being oh-so-smooth by suggesting the three of us go check out the view of the NYC skyline from the roof, then leaving the two of us alone up there. i said “well, i guess we should make out now.” and we did! and – i kid you not – there were literal fireworks going off randomly (not unusual in brooklyn in the summer, but still!)

    • this is my favorite! the fireworks! aaaah! <3

  85. Joanna, your first kiss story is the best! So sweet!

  86. Colleen says...

    My first (and only) kiss happened outside of the house I was living in with my parents. This house had a lot of windows that could be used to spy on people (I know this because I did it to my little sister when she had her crush over to the house when she was ten), so I was unconsciously thinking of angles to stand in without being seen by nosy family members. That was ten years ago, but it is still fun to think about.

  87. Have to say, Joanna, that this was a beautiful question to ask. I read the comments so far and teared up out of the joy of knowing these strangers have these sweet memories to carry with them. These are the moments.

  88. Lee Taylor-Penn says...

    When my husband and I started dating, we went on three dates in the first week! For our third date, he took me on a picnic to Rowan Oak–William Faulkner’s home in Oxford, MS. After we ate dinner, we watched the stars and then danced on the picnic blanket. Our silly dance quickly turned into a slow dance and we kissed. I don’t even remember if we had music playing or if we were just dancing to the tune in our heads.

  89. Emily says...

    I’ll preface this question by saying that I’m currently in a very happy and committed relationship – BUT that being said, do you ever wish you could rewind and relive first kisses of yore every once in a while? Some of them were so thrilling and fun. (I’m looking at you, first kiss on the rooftop of the town pool maintenance shed – we snuck in after dark!).

    • Heather says...

      Absolutely!!

    • MBH says...

      100%!!! I’ve been married 11 years and with my husband for 16…..so I haven’t had a first kiss in a long, long time. But they were always the most thrilling and fun. I wish I got to relive some first kisses for sure!!

    • MBH says...

      Also, for the record…my first kiss with my husband was in an elevator. I feel like the couple in When Harry Met Sally when she says “he rode up 9 extra floors” because my now-husband and I rode many unnecessary floors to keep kissing!

  90. Jenny says...

    I love these kinds of posts. Also, I love kissing. Back in my twenties I kissed all the boys, all the time. And that’s all it was to me- incredible make outs. I refuse to use the term, “lip slut.”

    Anyways, once I met a guy in a bar and we were flirting and just getting on so well. I asked him if he wanted to make out outside and he said yes. Once we made it out the front door we realized it was raining pretty hard. So, not to be deterred, we found a small doorway awning and leaned up against a wall in our attempt to stay dry. It was a nice way to spend 10 minutes!

  91. Erin Mary says...

    Right at the Washington Monument, late at night. My most recent ex and I met at a bar nearby and after stopping by ANOTHER bar, he offered to walk me home. We had to cut through the Mall, and I (drunkenly) said I wanted to go up and see the scaffolding that they had just put up around it, so we walked over and…done! We dated for over a year, and it was just the most DC relationship ever, starting with that first kiss :)

  92. Cee says...

    It was just outside the 3rd ave L train entrance on a hot summer night. He was eating a slice of pizza we picked up from the Ray’s near St. Marks, and we were saying our goodbyes when I just went for it! We had been on a few dates before and nothing, so the tension was mounting. A moment afterward I had to dash for the train (it was late, and I wasn’t going to wait around for another 30 minutes for the next one, sheesh), but I still remember the way he smiled when I laid it on him!

  93. mosey says...

    First kiss – 14 yrs old – Behind the vert ramp on “skateboarding night” at a local skating rink. It was scary, he was rude, and said to me “I don’t bite.” I had my older sister pick me up right after it. She took me to McDonalds and I cried telling her the story over a sundae.

  94. Genevieve says...

    Such a cool idea! I wish there was a way to listen to the audio clips and read the stories. Any chance that’s coming soon?

  95. Laura says...

    the timing of this post is so great. last night my boyfriend and i were at ikea, and i was all tired and crabby, but then he pulled me into the bathtub of a model apartment, closed the shower curtain, and we made out, lol! i don’t know what the random kid who saw us both when we climbed out thought.

    • Joanna Goddard says...

      hahaha that is so cute!

  96. Stephanie says...

    Our first kiss was on the sidewalk of Sunset Blvd. He had just convinced me to ditch our group of friends at the bar, and moments later asked if he could kiss me. In the middle of the lights and sounds of Hollywood, who would say no? 2 years later, best decision I ever made.

  97. Danielle says...

    My first kiss with my husband wasn’t memorable- but it did stay with me for days after and I couldn’t stop thinking of him!

    I had a very memorable first kiss with the guy before him though- we were at a party and my housemate had suggested I kiss this guy for New Year’s Eve. I wound up talking to him all night and a friend of his came around the party with a tube of glitter glue. He painted our faces and we ran to the bathroom to see what glitter wound up where. He kissed me there in front of the mirror- so sweet and spontaneous.

  98. Judy says...

    My husband I met over the phone through work and talked for months before we finally met (I was living Orlando and he in Atlanta). When we finally met face to face, it was at the Delta gate at the Orlando airport where I was picking him up. We kissed on the spot! It was the sweetest thing. Now, whenever one of us passes through that airport, we take a pic of the spot and send it to each other for the happy memory :-)

    • What a sweet sentiment. Love your story. :)

    • Love this idea about taking a pic whenever you pass! Thanks!

    • Joanna Goddard says...

      that is so sweet :)

    • Talia says...

      So sweet!

  99. My first kiss was in a former Syrian bunker in Israel overlooking the Sea of Galilee. We were 16 and in Israel for the summer on a 6 week traveling camp. Our camp took us on a night hike – and this hike was where the Syrians used to patrol their border with Israel (before the 1967 war when the Golan Heights was annexed by Israel).

  100. Cooper says...

    My first kiss with my husband was on the front porch of the house I was renting at the time. We took our engagement photos on that same porch, and it’s sweet to have that place preserved in photographs.

  101. Jennifer C. says...

    My first kiss was on the platform of the Berlin train station. I was on the volleyball team of my American high school in Germany (a DOD”s school) traveling for an away game and he was on the football team of the American high school in Munich doing the same. We spent the whole afternoon hanging out together after our games. It was time for him to leave. I was so nervous but I thought I might as well do it because I knew I would never see him again. It was magical and, obviously, very memorable (over 30 years ago)!

  102. michaela says...

    On our first date my husband took me to the Cal Academy of Sciences. After eating dinner and wandering through the rainforest, we ended up on their roof top. It was dark and foggy and drizzling and we could see a few twinkly lights from the city. And then (surprise!) he kissed me, right there in front of lots of people. The greatest surprise! And suddenly it felt like we were the only two people in the whole city. It has become such a special spot for us. We eventually got married in the sweet garden next door and now live in walking distance. I am pregnant with our first child and we can’t wait to take baby there and share our romantic first kiss.

  103. Mollie says...

    My first kiss, which at the time was the best thing that had ever happened in my 14 years of existence, was at my old elementary school on a sunny summer day on a bench by the playground. I remember everything about it so well. It was like I had stepped into a new phase of life with that kiss. (Obviously the boy and I eventually broke up, but we remain in contact now, 17 years later!)

  104. I don’t even remember when or where my first kiss was… I suppose in high school and obviously it wasn’t that great. I do remember my first kiss with my now husband though, so that has to be more important, right?

  105. Natalie Brennan says...

    love this series! my best kiss was in the worst place: a stairwell! we were at a party and a very close guy friend who i had secretly loved for years pulled me into the stairwell and we kissed at the end of teh night. i still get butterflies when i take the stairs in a big building lol

    • Ellen says...

      Ditto on the stairwell! I had once dated a guy I worked with and we were trying to keep in on the down low since it was a small business. From time to time he would make eyes at me and I knew it was time to take a break and make out in the stairwell.

  106. I think the early ones are the most emotionally wrought. When it’s your first kiss ever, or one of. All the emotional buildup of a Judy Blume novel. Will it happen? A glancing brush of lips against cheek on the playground and it’s an earth-shaking, life-transforming moment. In a way, the place is a symbol of the period of your life. A playground couldn’t be more banal, but not when it’s the site of your FIRST KISS.
    There’s excitement and anticipation when you’ve grown up, but by then you know it’s going to work out.

  107. Joanna Goddard says...

    PS sara told me that if you’d like to contribute a story, you can email her at sara@saramacel.com — it’s an ongoing series. xoxo