Monday, October 24, 2005
First Kiss With a Twist
There seem to be a lot of "my first kiss" posts, and I am going to add one more. To be technical, this wasn't my first kiss -- I have no idea when that might have been -- but this was the first one that meant so much.
I sat in the car while he climbed a tree to pick some mistletoe for me, and marveled at his agility and bravery. (I was 14, okay? It seemed downright chivalrous to me.) When he returned to the car, he held the bunch of mistletoe over my head and said "Let's see if this stuff works." I probably don't need to tell you that: A) I never saw that line coming, at least not on a concious level, and
B) I thought it was the most brilliant thing I'd ever heard. I had a very serious case of infatuation.
To this day, I can see the shafts of pale winter sunlight streaming into the car. I can remember that "cold air smell" that came with him. I can feel the roughness of his palms on my face, and the texture of his jacket under my hands. His face was cold, but his lips were warm. The sensations stirred up by that kiss were so new, so unexpected, and so incredibly wonderful that it really was one of those I-could-have-died-right-then moments.
I debated whether or not to tell the sequel to this story, but I guess it's the honest thing to do. I got in touch with him many years later, after my divorce, "just to wish him a happy birthday". He was single, we had so much in common, and I was beginning to think we were going to pick up where we left off when he told me "After we broke up and I thought about you and your brother and our friends, I realized ... I prefer boys."
I sat in the car while he climbed a tree to pick some mistletoe for me, and marveled at his agility and bravery. (I was 14, okay? It seemed downright chivalrous to me.) When he returned to the car, he held the bunch of mistletoe over my head and said "Let's see if this stuff works." I probably don't need to tell you that: A) I never saw that line coming, at least not on a concious level, and
B) I thought it was the most brilliant thing I'd ever heard. I had a very serious case of infatuation.
To this day, I can see the shafts of pale winter sunlight streaming into the car. I can remember that "cold air smell" that came with him. I can feel the roughness of his palms on my face, and the texture of his jacket under my hands. His face was cold, but his lips were warm. The sensations stirred up by that kiss were so new, so unexpected, and so incredibly wonderful that it really was one of those I-could-have-died-right-then moments.
I debated whether or not to tell the sequel to this story, but I guess it's the honest thing to do. I got in touch with him many years later, after my divorce, "just to wish him a happy birthday". He was single, we had so much in common, and I was beginning to think we were going to pick up where we left off when he told me "After we broke up and I thought about you and your brother and our friends, I realized ... I prefer boys."
6 Comments:
Oh my goodness that last line totally caught me off guard and I almost choked on my fruity pebbles...:)
Great story!
hey hun, sorry I haven't been here to read in a couple of days, and i haven't blogged either.... lol
went to field trip today, and have much chores to get done, before we can carve pumpkins, sooooo i will chat with ya tomorrow....
take it easy,, and i will come back and read later this evening, i just stopped in to say hello.
That last line was pretty unexpected for me, too! I managed to sqeak out something like "Well, you sound happy, goodbye." I was at work, and I was ready to run into the bathroom and cry my eyes out ... when my evil twin took over and reminded me of what a great story this would mkae. I spent the rest of the day reducing my customers to helpless laughter with lines like "I thought he wanted me, but it turns out he really wanted my brother" and "Gee, we still have so much in common -- we're both turned on by men" and "All these years I've been too masculine for any of the men I've known, but I wasn't man enough for him".
In all fairness, he's done much better in the relationship department than I have. When we last talked to each other, he'd been with the same person for close to 40 years. He really is a nice guy and I mean him no harm, but I just can't resist the humor in this situation.
i can still remember my first real kiss, it was with my first boyfriend in grade 7. he knew alot more about kissing than i did. i have no idea where he is now or what he's doing, i still run into the odd old boyfriend from high school, to my knowledge, they all still prefer women!
LMAO ..oh my that sucks ....I wonder how many of my ex's have turn to the ol Hersey Highway of Love?Yikes ...I think I will go off to wonder about something else ..lol
My first kiss also decided he liked men as an adult. Not til after he had married a girl we knew in high school.
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