Back in the days,
One night on American Idol tonight,
A caller calling in,
Posing a question,
Was a chica by the name of Tara Miller,
Who happened to be the very first kiss of Simon Cowell,
When they were 9.
What I found so kewl was how touched Simon seemed,
And how he remembered,
Without apparent pause,
Exactly who she was.
You always remember your first kiss !
Sorta, kinda, maybe.
‘Cause though I totally remember Joe’s first kiss …
In second grade,
In a shed,
I don’t remember my first kiss.
Maybe it’s because I was much,
Much older than one normally is when they have their first kiss,
So the memory imprint wasn’t quite as strong;
Or maybe it’s because I was under the influence of alcohol when I had my first kiss,
And since I can’t remember my first kiss,
I can’t say for certain that such was actually the case,
It is certainly possible.
What I do know though is that for some reason,
I find it a kind of empty feeling,
This whole “not having a first kiss experience” thing.
It’s not necessarily a sad feeling,
As I am well aware there are a good number of not fun first memories from which I have been spared.
It’s more one of those situations where all you can really do is acknowledge it while shrugging your shoulders.