In Margaret Sweatman's, When Alice Lay Down With Peter there's lightning when her characters get together. When I had my first real kiss, (my first butterflies in the stomach kiss) there were books... stacks and stacks of library books.
Note to self: The location of a person's first kiss may hold a direct correlation to that person's passion in life, their life's work. Further, those who experienced their first kiss during a school dance may suffer from "I Don't Know What I Want From Life Syndrome" (or IDKWIWFLS). It's not their fault. They are merely victims of their student council's poor musical taste. Nothing sucks the life force out of a person faster than (insert title of a bland, top forty, soft-rock ballad here) Journey's 'Open Arms'.
Anyway, that first kiss was what jump started my short story, Christ on a Bike, a fictional tale of kissing, teen pregnancy, religion, and green m&m's.
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Speaking of first kisses and boyfriends...
Emily Lockhart's novel, The Boyfriend List is now out in bookstores. Emily's had nine official boyfriends, if you count the boy who asked her to go with him at a 7th grade dance and then basically never talked to her again. She has never been on a sports team of any kind and got excused from gym class by going to ballet lessons. She has a tattoo, cuts her own hair, and has worn the same perfume since high school (Kiehl's Chinese Flowers). In her office are two Betty & Veronica dolls, a photo of a particularly fat bull dog, an official business card from “Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective”, and the 1920s flapper dress she wore to the prom.
Check out her blog.