I kissed my husband at 17!

That's right Jason is the first and only boy I have ever kissed. I find that both embarrassing and sweet at the same time.

It was the Summer after my Junior year of high school, I had had a very, VERY unfortunate prom experience and there were no prospects of a summer romance on my radar. Being 17 years old and having never been kissed, I was starting to lose hope that it would ever happen. In my darkest moments I feared that I might die, kissless. That Summer I yearned, oh how I yearned to be kissed. I was sure it was going to be the greatest moment in my life, but where was he? Where was this boy who would make history in my life, never to be forgotten?

Well apparently he was right down the street. One day after having found out who I was from a mutual friend, Jason walked straight up to my door and asked me out on a date. This handsome, lifeguard, whole year older than me- boy had just shown up at my door and asked ME out on a date. I had no idea how or why this was happening to me.

We saw each other for the next four days. At the end of each night he went in for a peck on the cheek, what a gentleman. But I could feel it brewing, the kiss was coming, but when? and how would I know what to do? If he tried to kiss me, would he be able to tell that I had never been kissed? Maybe then he'd never do it again! My head was spinning and my friends wanted to kill me. Their advice, just let it happen, and it will all fall into place.

It was a Friday night when he came to the door to pick me up, the energy between us could have lit a small town and I knew tonight would be my night. We drove up to the hills in Fremont, found a construction site with a great view of the bay and then it happened. I had been kissed, FINALLY!

I had no idea then that his kiss would be the only one I would ever know. I often think of how blessed I am, he was definitely worth the wait.