The first kiss is a personal phenomenon that people tend, for better or worse, to remember. I remember mine. It was the kiss seen in the first Spiderman film, where one of the partners is upside down and, somehow, the lips are meant to find each other and meet, the tongues are supposed to navigate their ways into the other person’s mouth despite mild disorientation and annoyance, and at least one of the partners is supposed to derive some kind of pleasure. It isn’t as logistically impossible as you’d think. Nor is it as satisfying.