The first kiss is very special. Maybe it was just like the movies. You approach each other, breathing heavy and slightly apprehensive. You close your eyes and suddenly your lips brush against each other slightly, passionately. You feel like a fireworks is going off around you. You have now met your soul mate – the person you will spend the rest of your life with. Sweet.
Then again, that may not have been your experience.
As you all know I started dating Tom when I was sixteen years old. After I asked him out (read about it here and here). He came to my sister’s house for dinner. It seemed everyone (my brother, his wife, my 2 year niece were also there) kept leaving us alone in a room - nice, right. Her apartment wasn't that big. So we found ourselves on the couch in the family room – alone. I sat close to him. He looked into my eyes and I looked in his. His face approached mine and I knew at that moment we were about to kiss.
He was so cute and the moment so right, so I leaned closer and closed my eyes. I could feel our lips approaching and his breath on my face. Then suddenly all I felt was . . . teeth. That’s right teeth. The boy had no lips. I totally slipped by his lips and hit teeth. Shocked, I opened my eyes and he was staring at me. Tom would tell you at that moment he felt like he was being sucked into a vacuum. I guess it’s all about your point of view and whether you have a firm grasp on reality and truth. We didn't give up - if at first you don't succeed, right? We closed our eyes and made some minor adjustments and then . . . magic. The rest they say is history.
© Nadine Z. 2008