Now The Truth Can Be Told – Cecile Du Bois Has Her First Kiss
Two years ago, I had to pull this entry.
My 15-year old friend Cecile had her first kiss at a NFTY (North American Federation of Temple Youth — Reform) conference at the LAX Hilton last weekend. Her new boyfriend is named Dean*. I talked to him for 15-minutes Sunday night to make sure his intentions were honorable.
Cecile is not a confident kisser, so I gave her and her mother Cathy Seipp some tips, for which they were eternally grateful:
* Don’t drool on your partner.
* Don’t dive straight for the larynx.
* Tonsil hockey is not the best metaphor for romantic kissing.
* Make sure your breath is fresh. Carry around gum just in case.
I’ve been told that my first kisses are overly strong on technique and lacking in heart.
While Cecile chatted with Dean*, I did my best fish-lips imitation, cracking her up.
Chicks dig it when I contort my face like that and then write about it like a 15-year old girl.
I didn’t have my first kiss until my Junior year in highschool. I was not prepared when Alice drove her tongue down my throat.
A few months later, I read a book on how to be a confident kisser and over the coming years I implemented its suggestions. Now I think I will update the book for the new generation.
Cecile also had her first date today — it was with a different guy.
“It was just an outing with a guy friend,” Cecile claims.
Cathy needed to know if I thought she was condescending.
I paused and thought for a longer time than Cathy liked before I said, “Onanism Today does have you down.”
“I’m not condescending all the time,” she said.
I agreed and she felt much better, bouncing back to her normal superior mode when she was able to point out some other journalist who was more condescending than her.
I got Cecile’s permission on this entry. She said she needed the hits.
