My firsts:

My first kiss was cold, wet, and slithery. Basically, yucky. I suddenly felt his cold, wet tongue in my mouth and I thought, "Agh! This is what you call French kissing?" I was 18 and at my senior prom....a late bloomer, but without regrets. It got amazingly better throughout the night.

My first concert was free. It was a No Doubt concert performed on the lawn of my alumni university. My friends and I had camped out under the stars on the big, green performing lawn. It was amazing, yet claustrophobic. I found myself nearly being pushed and forced into a mosh pit. It was quite a frightening experience, but I eventually found my way through the pushing, shoving, and unbearable smashing of bodies on every side of me.

My first bought album was Madonna's "Like a Virgin."

My first pet was a sea monkey...that is if you don't count a pet that wasn't shared by anyone else in the family. If so, then, it was the fish that we killed within a week. He died of ick. As for the sea monkey, she eventually died and I remember I gave her a proper burial in the upstairs toilet of our home. I even sprinkled a few pieces of sea monkey food and special sea monkey banana desert so she'd have some food to eat in her afterlife.

My first blind date was with some guy who had horrible brown stains around his collar. Who wears dirty shirts on a blind date?!

My first discovery of porn was a whole chestful of them in the guest room of our house when we lived in PA. I was probably 7-years-old. My dad caught me rummaging in the chest. I recall my dad laughing and telling me that they weren't his and that they were "bad things" to look at. I asked him why they were there if it weren't his. He said, "The construction workers who built our house accidently left them there and they'll be coming back for them soon, so I best not be messing them up."

I remember not believing him for some odd reason since it was the room where my grandparents often stayed when they came to visit. I thought maybe they were grandpa and grandma's since mom had always said they weren't good people. I thought maybe dad was trying to cover for them.

Ok, I need to get back to work. Tell me about some of your firsts if you'd like to share. Love, me.