I used to worry so much about when my first kiss was going to happen. Was it going to be a disaster? Was it going to be awesome? Who's it going to be with? What was it going to feel like?
Looking back, I really wish I hadn't worried so much because the truth of the matter is it's going to happen when it happens. It ended up happening completely organically, and it was beyond anything I could have possibly planned for.
My friends knew I liked this guy who happened to be at my house hanging out with us one day. They decided we're going to play spin the bottle. I was a little unsure about this idea naturally because this was a very scary possibility that the bottle was going to land on him, and I was going to have to kiss him. I had a huge crush on this guy.
My friends--being the great friends that they were--rigged the game so that I absolutely, no excuses had to kiss him. I was like, "Kiss on the cheek, okay?" They were in an uproar, "Absolutely not. That was not okay. You absolutely must kiss him."I did. Then we started dating, and it was a perfect first kiss.
Even if yours isn't picture perfect, it's not like it's going to be your last one so you don't have to worry about it. Just let it happen when it happens, and keep it as a great memory no matter if it goes exactly how you planned or otherwise.