"My first kiss was when I was in the ninth grade. I had gone to a teen dance at the youth center on Toul Rosieres Army Base, France. To make a long story short, I was madly in love with this girl and when I went to kiss her, I missed her lips and kissed her on the nose!!!! Was I ever embarrased."
"My first kiss was simply romantic. I was in lower secondary then and dating a higher grade guy was absolutely cool and ego-boosting. I didn't know why he seemed handsome to me then. We had our post-examination celebration. We went to the arcade centre and the usual activities that young teens would do. A group of us walked further down Marina South to be by the Singapore River. Right under Benjamin Sheers Bridge we enjoyed the sun, the sea breeze, occassionate passing of 'tongkang'(tug-boats). Laying right beside the river, staring into each others eyes, we kissed. There was suddenly a surge of adrenaline and a group of on-lookers as well. Well, it was almost romantic when passengers on the 'tongkang' start to cheer for us. It was a rather romantic and embarassing first kiss."
— Ivy, Singapore
"My face was red for a couple of hours and it made me feel sick to my stomach."
"My first kiss was with [a boy named] Stephen. We were both twelve. It was the Fourth of July. We spent the evening at the carnival, shyly holding hands. After sunset, the pink drained from the summer sky signaling the start of the fireworks. We walked slowly over to where the fireworks would be displayed. We found a nice grassy place to sit, but the firemen took a long time to set up, so we finally reclined on our elbows. At last the display began and we were doing send-ups of the crowd's "OOOHS" and "AAAAHS". I made an exaggerated "OOOH" and turned my head towards Stephen, and he kissed me. He kissed me just as one firework exploded too, showering us with firefly-like sparks."