One of the things I love most about writing romance is the watching my hero and heroine fall in love. I love writing the ‘first kiss’ scene. I guess there’s something about it that awakens the memory of my own first kiss. I was 14, and really, the kiss doesn’t sound that romantic when spelled out – it happened at a roller skating rink, of all places. But what made it memorable was the anticipation and how much I liked this boy. His name was Mike, and he was my first real boyfriend. I’d had fleeting crushes on unattainable boys, but none returned my feelings… until Mike. It was a slow process leading up to that momentous first … months of shy flirting and “chance” meetings orchestrated by my best friend Millie. Then, like kids progressing from trikes to training wheels to two-wheelers, Mike and I were off and rolling on our own. Except we were on roller skates. Gosh, that sounds awkward, and it probably was. We were, after all, two geeky, gawky clueless fourteen year olds. But that’s not what I remember when I think of my first kiss. What rises to the surface is the rush of liking and being liked, the sweet, clumsy hand holding, and the anticipation of that perfect moment that ended in our first kiss. In my memory, it really was perfect, and it still makes me all warm inside remembering it.
What do you remember about your first romance?