July 23rd3:30 My first kiss.
Some of you may have realised, from some of my stories, that in my early days I was a bit naïve……….. and some, probably still have that impression.
You would think, wouldn’t you, that living in a house with four sisters, and a brother who seemed always to have some young girl hanging around, that I would pick-up some of this hormonal atmosphere.
I did think about girls, but they always seemed to be for someone else, anyway I never knew what to say to them, and when I did say something, it seemed to come out wrong.
But things changed suddenly, when I was coming home on the 237,,after working in Shepperton; there was always a pretty young girl sitting with her friends on the same bus.
But this time she had to sit next to me, and she began talking; now to most people this would be nothing out of the ordinary, but to me, it was very odd behaviour
Not only that, she asked me if I would walk her to her home—it was the 1947 winter and very dark and icy, plus she didn’t have her normal friend to walk down Pound road with her.
We walked to the end of Drill Hall road, and, I suppose, as a thank you, she gave me a little kiss.
She caught me by surprise and made me jump, and then she said. “You have never been kissed before have you, did you like it”
“Yes, I did, it was very nice, it tasted of onions, I like onions, especially fried”
In the next few days, coming home from work on the same bus, I could never quite catch her eye.
I remember thinking I must have upset her in some way.
You can’t be too careful what you say to girls, they seem to be super sensitive.