Sunday, May 3, 2009

Kissing Tree

When I was in Syracuse last week, my sister and drove around town reminiscing about our days growing up. We went up to the university and found that the bar we used to hang out at is now a Thai restaurant, the ice cream place is now a bank but there's still three pizza places on the one block.

One place I really wanted to go, though, was up behind a dorm where I used to live. See, it's behind this dorm, under a tree, where I first kissed a girl. Lori was her name. She was a feminist, musician, activist who drove a motorcycle. I thought she was pretty darn cool. She had just returned from a month in the Soviet Union, where she was working on a documentary film. She's smuggled in a few bottles of vodka and we were celebrating her return with a bunch of friends.

Lori and I slipped away from the party made out until her roommate came looking for her. She wouldn't believe me when I said it was my first time kissing a girl. I guess I was a natural.

Anyway, all the dorms up there look alike, so I can't be sure, but I think this is the tree where I had my very first girl kiss.


Salty said...

Dip, I was sitting in a tree with a girl and she started to kiss me then realized we could be seen from the street. The overgrown field where the tree was is now a parking lot.

Anonymous said...

Awww, I think our first kiss with a girl stories are just about the best stories on the planet! I remember mine! Great post!

e said...

I love the fact that she was a feminist, activist, motorcycle riding, Soviet visiting girl. You sure know how to pick 'em, Dip!