My Kiss is like WHOA!

Hey joonjoons,

Enough of the shit talking… horrifying reality checks (at least for tonight).  Despite all the drunken shitshows, random make out sessions, and whatever else your dirty mind comes up with– I’ve had some amazing experiences too. SURPRISED?! Yeah…Me too.

It all started when I was 14 years old.  I was visiting my family in Iran and every night after dinner, I went out to the neighborhood street to play with the other kids my age.  Go figure: I was the only girl that wanted to bike ride and play basketball with the other boys (God forbid)! Of course, the other boys never let me play until one night, this dark haired boy (duh he’s Persian) threw me the ball as I walked by their game for the tenth time that night.  He was smiling at me and said, “Wanna play?” So I joined their game… mind you- I am probably the most unathletic person in the world, but I just wanted to be included… AND HE WAS DAMN CUTE. 

CutePersian asked me to join their game every night after that and I always went home happier than ever.  I had developed my first real crush. CutePersian and I quickly became more than just basketball buddies, we were friends.  He would yell at me from across the street and tease me.  I would blush (like the ugly adolescent Persian girl I was) and run away.

On my last night in Iran, we went to the corner store to buy some juice (Ab anaar to be exact).  We sat in a hidden alley where no one could see us (you know how Persian neighbors LOVE to gossip) and as stupid as it sounds (give me a break, I was a kid), I vividly remember exactly the way he looked: his dark shaggy hair, his black eyes… and that moment where he kissed me for the first time.  My first kiss.  

Please ignore the douchebag earrings… and the airbrush

I went back to the U.S. and didn’t see him again for two years.  When I was 16 years old, my family and I went to Iran for Christmas break.  The first night I got there, I walked through the neighborhood streets looking for CutePersian, but he was no where to be found.  Finally, one night- I looked out the window and noticed a group of teenage boys hanging out at the corner store.  Without even putting on my roosari (scarf), I ran outside and went up to their group.  They all looked at me in SHOCK (you know you don’t go out without a damn scarf… oops- American girl lost in Iran?) and I asked if any of them knew CutePersian, when he stepped forward.

That’s when it all started. We weren’t exactly kids anymore,  I was 16 and he was 19.  The kissing came naturally, he became the first boy I made out with and… a few other things (not sex…until I was 20).  On New Year’s Eve, he came to my grandparent’s house for a party.  Our families knew each other having been neighbors for years, so it was only natural that he was invited and of course, they didn’t suspect a thing.

Obviously, we had to be extra careful with our “relationship” in front of them especially with all the fuzool (nosy) aunts sitting around the dance floor staring at the javoonha (young people) dancing, passing judgment like it was fucking vodka. But, we would still sneak off and kiss every so often, then hurry back to the party.

Maybe not so innocent after all…

Before the clock stroked midnight, we ran into the parking garage and hid for 20 minutes… without the pressure from our parents, my mother to be exact- giving me the eye that I’m being inappropriate in front of the family (even then- EVERYTHING was inappropriate).  We just hid and kissed, and at that particular moment- it was something unreal.  It felt like time had stopped and I honestly thought I had fallen for him.  It felt like I was in the movies:

OK BORO BABA.  Enough with the bullshit mush- get real, life isn’t a movie (true story).  But, in all seriousness, it was one of the most pivotal moments of my life.  It was one of the few moments where I let my guard down with someone and felt like I truly cared about them.  16 too young?  Yeah maybe, but my feelings for him never changed until I was 21– I felt strongly for CutePersian for six years.

He was my first kiss, my first “I love you,” and my first time. Having to say goodbye to him every year was one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life- but it taught me the value of love ESPECIALLY when it comes to boys.

And most importantly: BEST NEW YEARS KISS EVER.

Love, S&F :)

So joonies, I hope this New Year’s, you all get to kiss someone who’s not only a great kisser, but at the very least- not a drunk ass mess.  And hey- if he is wasted as shit, then who cares? Its only New Years right? It ain’t your fuckin’ wedding. 




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