It was 1995? I think? Maybe 1994. Don't rightly remember exactly, though I know I wrote it down in one of my journals somewhere. I was a rising senior in college at the time, so it was probably 1995 and that would have made me 21. It was down in Australia with my Australian boyfriend (who I'd been dating online for about a year before we'd ever met). I remember thinking that I didn't know what all the fuss was about but I was also excited because it proved to me (in my mind at least) that *someone* found me attractive.
Kissed him, an ex-fiance, and my husband (almost 17 years now and going strong!) - those are the only three guys I've ever kissed on the lips in my life. My family does cheek-kissing (dad, brother, grandparents, and so on).