First Kiss
20 years ago today, I first kissed my husband. Yes, it’s kind of obsessive that I remember the date, but it’s one occasion I’ve always thought worth remembering. I was 15 at the time… and pretty new to kissing too. And damn, if it wasn’t a lovely bit of smooching.
It wasn’t love at first kiss, though. The whole thing was a false start. It took us six months to get together, during which time we actually got to know each other well as friends rather than as a potential couple. Turned out for the best in the end.
But damn… there’s a milestone in my life. And 20 years ago. Phew! Hand me my wrinkle cream.
May 13th, 2009 at 12:51 am
Congratulations at 20 years!
The first time my partner kissed me, I was in the middle of trying to explain something and I both liked it and was a little annoyed that he interrupted me, so I just continued my thought afterwards. He was taken aback because I just kept on going that he thought I wasn’t into him or something.
Once I was done with the thought, though, I showed him that the interest was definitely mutual.