Bathroom under the stairs at the Mount Ogden Ski Club cabin.

*re-reads question*

Oh, "kissed". Well, that's a different story entirely.

In a cemetary in the middle of the night while standing over the grave of my much older and weirder girlfriend's "Dirty Old Swede" of a grandfather.

Ah, the Haunted Mansion. Do you have any idea how many local kids had their first serious makeout sessions on that ride?

God I miss the People Maker Mover, and the Sky Buckets.

The mouth of a dead volcano in Australia. (Though it didn't look very volcano-ey to me, but that's what I as told it was.)

"In a cemetary in the middle of the night"

OK, I did that too, but I think the cabin is weirder 'cause there were people there.

Live people.

A trainyard in the pouring rain.

There was a hobo staring at us.

On a church pew, and it was more than kissing. Boy do I hope my disbelief in hell is warranted.

I don't if the were weird so much as unexpected:

- in a hallway between the Sunday School rooms and the baptismal pool

- in one of the rooms of the Underground Tour in Seattle

- in a rarely used dumb waiter/service elevator

- behind the couch in the lobby of my apartment building

"- in a hallway between the Sunday School rooms and the baptismal pool

- in one of the rooms of the Underground Tour in Seattle

- in a rarely used dumb waiter/service elevator

- behind the couch in the lobby of my apartment building"

These were all the same guy, weren't they?

On the roof of a bar while all our friends were drinking inside.

Oh, "kissed". Well, that's a different story entirely.

Ditto that. ;-)

Not so much place as situation: In the living room of my friend's parents house by his little sister. Took me completly by surprise. It was a hot kiss. The weird parts were a) I didn't expect it b) I definitely welcomed it and c)I was terrified her father (an ex-Marine middleweight champ with a habit of punching people out) would walk into the room. But I definitely didn't let go. It was sort of a "well, if I'm going to buy the farm, it might as well be like this" moment.

Best: In Lake Padden Park at a going away party for the #1 romantic love of my life; but I wasn't hers. It made the whole front of my body ache and I literally savored it for months. Long story and why I'm still single at 53.

Oh, okay then. There was this nice and deeply religious fellow I knew at a summer program that I did at a different university than my own, very sweet and virginal, who had an obvious crush on me. He was the original don't drink don't smoke what do you do guy, but I liked him a lot. The last day of the term we were in front of his dorm. He'd been running, and he had on the nicest little pair of silk shorts, and his glasses were off, and he was sweaty. Very nice. So as I was saying goodbye to him, a little imp pressed me forward and I asked if I could give him a kiss. He looked absolutely befuddled but said yes.

So we kissed. And what a kiss! My god, it went on forever, it was hot and sweat and passion and he trembled, he shook, he leaned against the wall and moaned just that little bit. I'm not generally one for PDA, but that kiss wasn't going to be denied -- it was every bit of thwarted passion coming to the surface and into my mouth and I have to say I trembled too. The president of the university could have turned a hose on us; the campus police could have shot at us, his parents and mine could have shown up and rained curses our heads, but nothing was going to stop that kiss until it was ready to die its own sweet and natural death.

Then I smiled and walked on, and never saw him again, as is only fitting. But obviously I never forgot it, and I doubt he ever did either.

warbaby: that's truly bittersweet.

crash: no, that's four different boyfriends over 10 years. I'm just a sucker for sneaky kisses.

mm = rockstar

Oh, man. I almost forgot church. And the baptismal font. More than kissing, but plenty of good kissing, etc.

I'm gonna have to say that she would say "in the butt".

Oh, loq! The People Maker! Disneyland was so great when you were a kid, because you could pick up tourist boys and do dirty things to them and then they would go home. (And by you I mean me.) I'll always find thoughts of the Tron room strangely arousing. Maybe that's why I love math geeks.

(Knott's, on the other hand, was for slutty sixth graders. No thanks.)

In a kitchen, surrounded by about 50 other people crammed literally wall to wall, at a massive party, by a guy dressed like a priest, while wearing an old school uniform.

Last weekend.

:D

melissa may, that was you?

Yes darling, and I always hoped you'd end up delightfully perverse. Thank you for not disappointing me!

Weirdest? Was it the drunken send-off kiss I got from a sophomore girl my last day at high school? Or perhaps that time on the white bearskin rug in college, butt-ass nekkid. when my gf's roomie walked in on us after class?

(White bearskin rugs rock, by the way - I highly recommend them).

Prison.

At a sci-fi convention, while dressed as medieval priest.

(So much for appearing cool.)

In an ambulance.

Pressed up against a newsstand on a corner kind of near Times Square in NYC, by a guy who is married to someone who isn't me, with a whole bunch of people watching. Including his mother. Yes, we all were quite drinky that night. ; )

Weirdest ones would have to be either:
-standing in the middle of a frozen lake one winter.

or*

-a very secret stolen kiss going on with my roommates passed out a few feet away.

Oooh! Also, on a moving golf cart.

A zeppelin! (for true!) That's the highlight.

A secret loft during Mardi Gras, hidden from a house full of revellers; in the empty Superdome; various ancient ruins; the spot that was formerly the recording studio where Fats Domino recorded Blueberry Hill.

*keeps thinking...*