First Love In A Cold Climate



You never forget your first time.

Or do YOU?

Darragh Byrne writes:

“We went out onto the streets of Kilkenny to ask people about their first kiss, how they knew they were straight or not and do they think that gay people should be allowed get married? It includes some of the bravest young people and open minded older people I have ever met and gave me huge hope for the vote on marriage equality on the May 22nd. Please make sure you are registered to vote.”

How was it for you?

Thanks Padraig

34 thoughts on “First Love In A Cold Climate

  1. Clampers Outside!

    First kiss… next door neighbour Michelle, in the confines of the boiler house at the back of her place. Well, her Mum’s place, she couldn’t afford to move out, we were young.

    French kissing was messy, I sorely wanted, no, needed a face cloth afterwards… good times! :)

    But… she told me I was doing it all wrong… I was the one trying to kiss, she spent the time just licking my face.

  2. Mikeyfex

    Mine was in a chalet in Mosney when I was 13. We were both shell suited from head to toe and I undoubtedly had too much brylcreme and lynx on. I remember the sneery faces on my mates when we emerged after only 11 minutes. Made up for it the following day when we locked onto each other, stationary, like a couple of petrified lizards for the entire train journey back to Limerick Junction.

    And Eva, if you’re reading this, yes, my first could have been you few months previous to that but we both bottled it that time down in the abbey.

    1. Weedless

      Shell suits, Brylcreem, Lynx and an enclosed space? You’re lucky you didn’t ignite.

          1. Mikeyfex

            Brylcreme and lynx free since ’99.

            Oh, you mean in the sack? Attentive and excellent.

  3. rotide

    Ahh, little Aine in the gaeltacht. Hadn’t a notion what I was at at all. I’m sure it could be argued that not much has changed.

    1. Zarathustra

      Aye, the Gaeltacht has a lot to answer for, my first kiss was in Ceann Trá when I was 12 with a lovely fella from Adare, after a Ceilí one night; the innocence of it all – fun times.

        1. Zarathustra

          Adare, his sister was a year ahead of me in boarding school and she used to pronounce it A-daah :)

  4. Darragh Byrne

    My first kiss was with a girl who I has too terrified to talk to afterwards and hid every time she called to see me. Still cringe!

    1. Holden MaGroin

      Nice video. I hope everyone shares it. Full of hope and understanding and ….I’m fine guys it’s just something in my eye. I’m ok. No really I’m grand.

  5. kk lass

    My first kiss was after a joint camogie and hurling training, a game of spin the bottle, I had to kiss another girl, never looked back!!

  6. Slightly Bemused

    First kiss: 1976 shortly before I moved home. I was 9 – almost – and she was 8, just past her birthday. Her goodbye kiss, and I still remember it.Next one of note took longer – until college and the disco on D’Olier Street.

    In between was a sad tale of unrequited love with someone who I could call a friend. But teenage hormones kicked in, and the ‘stupid jerk’ reflex surfaced far too often. Still does on occasion.

    Realise I was straight: never crossed my mind. Still does not. I remember the time my best friend came out to me – he was dead nervous – and all I could think of to say was ‘I know’. Sexuality was never an issue.

    The marriage referendum: jokes aside, I am with the guy who said its not about gay rights – its about fundamental basic rights. I am not pro gay rights, women’s rights, children’s rights or anything: I am pro equal rights. If they were recognised, this would not be an issue. However, the world is not so simple, unfortunately. So special provisions need to be made to allow those whose rights are denied to access them. This should not be a referendum issue, but as it is, let us make sure our constitution enshrines those rights unambiguously.

  7. Spaghetti Hoop

    Aged 10. Meself and the best looking’ lad from my road, perched upon a tarmac-clad flat garage roof at the height of a scorch of a summer with the backs of me bare knees burnin’ like the passion between us. Had to swallow my Hubba Bubba rapidly as I’d no warning from Mr. Fast-mover.

    1. Slightly Bemused

      So tell us the important details. What flavour was the Hubba Bubba? And had you managed any decent bubbles before you had to swallow?

  8. mike

    On the bridge on the way home from the disco. Lead-in thought was “feck it she’s expecting it, I suppose I might as well”.

    Then I gave in to nature and met a bloke, had the same thought, but buckets more enthusiasm.

    Great video, …. something in my eye, feck it.

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