Monday, July 14, 2008

First Kiss

Right, it’s been awhile, but I’m back. I’ve been thinking about this one for awhile, and I’ve finally decided to get around to writing about it. In light of the horrible events of Monday the 14th I've decided to post this and add some humor in my friend's lives. I know I'm a pathetic sap.

It started on a dark and stormy night. Well it wasn’t stormy and it was only dark part of the time. It wasn’t really night. It was morning, but it was still dark, mostly. Let’s put it this way it was morning and the sun still had awhile before it made an appearance. There.

This was after the gang got together for a horror movie marathon. This occurred the day after St. Patty’s day. So the story I’m telling you about took place on the morning after the day after St. Patty’s day, March 19th to be exact.

Alright so people left. My girlfriend, who will be named nnahgeM for the purposes of this story(Got to appreciate the persistence of the joke), was still there. éneR who was mostly sober by this point was going to bed so we were simultaneously leaving and being booted from his home. nnahgeM and I go outside to where her car is parked in s’éneR driveway.

On this trip, small as it may be, I say the things I’ve been thinking about for awhile at this point. These things consist of observations about nnahgeM. You know humor, intelligence, beauty. I say this stuff in a slightly more flowery however bumbling idiotic way. I should exaggerate the word slightly. Slightly. I feel better now.

I then say, “And I would really like to kiss you.” I receive the stare panel of doom. “Well you know you can answer or well it’s not really a question but you could give me something.”

“What? I didn’t run screaming did I?”

“Well no, but that’s not a yes either.”

CLICK s’éneR motion sensor garage light just went out.

A few hours, many light CLICKs, and foot shufflings later I’m feeling pretty damn awkward. It’s about 430 in the morning now, and people are delivering the newspapers. The longer I wait the harder it becomes to break the inertia I’ve created. It’s also probably safe to assume I’m the closest I’ve been to crying as I’ve been in many years. Of course she’s not giving me any assistance and is enjoying the amount of squirming that I’m doing.

Finally I move in and we kiss.

“It’s about time,” she says.

I agree. 30 minutes later we leave(separate vehicles). I almost miss the turn for my road because I’m still stunned that things have worked out the way, well not exactly the way I wanted, but the end result was what I wanted. Since then everything that wasn’t work has been going really well.

I don’t know when I’ll be posting next. I doubt it’ll be about anything important though.

EDIT: Fixed some spelling issues. Sorry bout that nnahgeM.