I would like to see that on a t-shirt, if it isn’t already.
The double entendre is pretty clever:
My first kiss isn’t your first kiss; or
my first kiss isn’t for you.
The t-shirt wouldn’t actually apply to me, as my first kiss is lost somewhere in the distant past. I did like the guy. It wasn’t necessarily a waste.
Women who have only kissed the men they’ve married do exist. Wow.
A good friend of mine has only kissed two men in her life: an ex-boyfriend and her husband.
How do they do that? Interesting.
It’s not that I’ve been extremely liberal with my kisses, but I could have definitely withheld on most of these:

PL
JB
D (how embarrassing I don’t know his last name)
MB
SB
CH
JH (should have never happened)
KP

Yeah, that easily could reduce to the first two and MB (the ex-fiance), although CH did ask nicely before he leaned in. He kissed weirdly. I can’t even describe it. And he decided to do it while we were watching that mock superhero movie with Jeanine Garafalo and the bowling-ball powers. Or, it might have been during serial Wallace and Gromit. The details are blurry.

PL – high school. I’m sure high school friends can figure that one out. That’s the only hint they get.
JB – during college.
D – college. While visiting with some friends during Thanksgiving, I went to a party. Saw this cute guy. Easy as that.
MB – I broke this guy’s heart. I can only hope he’s all sorts of happy now.
SB – This was an internet date. Yep.
JH – I let friendship boundaries get blurry. He and I haven’t talked in about 3 years.
KP – Another internet date. I can’t exactly endorse internet dating, at least for myself.

What about now? I think I can only kiss a guy if we’re exclusively dating. And such exclusivity should come slowly. That’s perfectly fine with me.