Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Week 12: Memoir

My first kiss. Man, I haven't thought about this in a long while. And on good premise. It was one of the most awkward moments of my high school experience. I was a freshman and he was my first actual 'boyfriend.' We'd been dating for a few weeks and he was starting to drop hints about engaging in a real deal, yet seemingly terrifying *kiss*. One day, in the comfort of my family's basement, I caved in.

In the movies, it always seems like this grand ordeal, so I half expected the song "This Magic Moment" to start playing the instant the lip-lock occurred. However, the kiss proved to be a surprisingly lackluster affair in the end.  He sat on the arm of the dark blue couch, pulling me closer to him slowly, yet with purpose. My heart was in my throat and I could feel my mouth drying in anticipation. Our young faces were as close as possible without actually touching; I could feel his eyes on me. I avoided eye contact, looking down, mostly at his lips. I had to examine what I was about to venture into, after all. This short distance also brought attention to his less-than-appealing adolescent, unshaved, spotty mini-stache. The small hairs, few and far between, instantly began to ward me off, urging me to beware of what lie just below their boundary. He did have nice lips though. Big and pale pink--they looked soft enough. He dipped his face around mine from every angle while I matched every move with a contrary one. What was I so afraid of? I was acting as if that one kiss would melt our lips together for eternity, when in reality, I can't imagine a kiss lasting a shorter amount of time. So finally, I realized I wasn't getting out of this one. I raised my eyes to his, and in a moment of complete vulnerability, I allowed him to press his lips onto mine. And that's all it was. Honestly, I hardly consider it much of a kiss at all. It was more like a lip to lip connection for a few unimpressive seconds. And that was my first measly kiss. Romantic? No. Necessary? I suppose. At least it's over and I made it out alive.

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