I remember standing in a silent house, my husband and I were on our first date after weeks of avoiding what we could no longer avoid.  It had been a lovely evening and he just called the couple we'd being doubling with to say we wouldn't be meeting back up with them.  I was frozen as he walked up behind me and asked in a whisper if he could kiss me...

I remember my knees going weak and what followed shouldn't be shared, but that was my last 'first kiss'.  It was perfect.  So perfect I decided to buy into its manufacturer.  It was the kiss that made me retire from single life and I knew from the tingle in my toes that I wanted to feel like this forever.  I still do.