I wish my first kiss would not have been so memorable. 20 years old and on liberty hitting the town of Anchorage Alaska. Drunk. I had just broken a shipmates nose in a fight and took refuge in the Wild Cherry bar. I was crying because I was forced into the fight. Vulnerable... Rose, a native, spotted me and was on me in a flash. First kiss was a French kiss. Lo and behold, Rose had no front teeth and she was only 26 years old. We were kicked out of the bar (which I think was a strip bar) for lewd behavior. The rest of the night hanging out with her and ending up in a shanty hotel room in the morning was a blur. I want a do over.
