We expect stories of first kisses to be singular and unforgettable because that’s what movies and books taught us to expect. “Three Women” author Lisa Taddeo points to two incidents: “Because I don't know, my memory is so spotty,” she said.
Taddeo told me that her first may have been in Italy when she was around 12. That was the one she doesn’t remember in much detail other than it was with a beautiful, kind, red-haired young man named Massimiliano in a hay field in her mother's hometown. "And it was light and nothing, no tongue, and it was beautiful, it was 'The Princess Bride,'" she said, adding that it feels like such a figment that Taddeo doesn’t even remember how it happened.
