What a beautiful spring day. I want to walk around and take pictures. Though my nature pictures never capture the true beauty, maybe because you cant hear the birds or smell the apple blossom, but more likely it's because Im not a great photographer. Anyway, you are all saved because my camera went to the coast with my children and my my what should I call him? My sort of husband? My possibly ex-husband? How about my kids father? That will always work.
Instead, I looked at pictures of us on the coast last year. Here is one of me at Cannon Beach. Its late August. Notice the sweater and how empty the water looks. You have to love Oregon.
And here is what used to be my most of my family on a much warmer Catalina Island a month earlier.
This picture gets me started thinking about kisses. There have been three very memorable kisses in my life. Actually, come to think of it, I can barely remember any of the others.
The first kiss that comes to mind, literally, is my first kiss. I was in fifth grade and I had two really good friends, Patrick and Kurt. I think it was decided that I was going out with Kurt. The three of us decided that because of this, Kurt and I should kiss. Patrick, who was daring us, would get to watch. (This might have been the beginning of my exhibitionist tendencies.) I remember we all went at recess up the hill near the soccer field, giggling and nervous. I think it took us the entire lunch period to work up the nerve. I know there where several attempts at 1-2-3 kiss. Finally, just before the bell rang, our lips collided, hard fast and wet, and we ran into class, with me wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He broke up with me a week later. I never had a boy as a best friend again that was only a friend.
The next kiss that comes to mind was with my husband. I have to call him my husband for this kiss because it literally was our first married kiss. You know, right after the minister says You may kiss the bride. We were standing on the stage in front of everyone. I had been shaking I had been so frightened, both at being in front of everyone, and because I was terrified at the idea of getting married. And we had fought terribly the night before, to the point where I almost didnt show up. I had demanded that we not have people spend the night at the house the night before the wedding because I was only going to get a few hours of sleep as it was. Of course, at 3 AM he rolled in with two friends into our 600 square foot house. One of which is a dear friend of ours and the loudest human on the planet. So we fought. But that kiss, that kiss I could have fallen into forever. I think I would still have been kissing him now if he hadnt pulled away.
The last kiss happened on Catalina last summer, the night the picture was taken. This kiss was with White T-shirt Guy. The night before the kiss we had gone to a bar, and Im not sure what inspired us- the magical feel of Avalon, an escape from the funeral we were there for, or that it was the beginning of the end of our relationship for me, but we both started uncharacteristically flirting with other people. My husband played pool with several women, and I sent eye signals across the bar to White T-shirt.
The next night, the atmosphere was the same, but this time at the end of the evening White T-shirt got up and sat next to me. I remember him running his fingers up and down my calf as we talked. Sometime during our conversation, he called me gorgeous. The first time anyone had ever said that to me. When last call came the three of us left together. He walked with us up the hill to our hotel the hotel room that I was sharing with my children and that adjoined my mother in laws room. My husband went up the stairs, leaving me with White T-shirt. Then I kissed him.
I kissed him at first like I would have kissed my husband, barely thinking about it from long habit... But a moment into it, the shock of the strangeness of his lips hit me, how completely different his kiss was from my husbands, and the realization that this was the first person beside my husband I had kissed in over 11 years. And that I used to kiss lots of people and never appreciated how different each kiss was. And then it hit me, I would never get to kiss anyone but my husband again. And this made me incredibly sad.
Instead, I looked at pictures of us on the coast last year. Here is one of me at Cannon Beach. Its late August. Notice the sweater and how empty the water looks. You have to love Oregon.
And here is what used to be my most of my family on a much warmer Catalina Island a month earlier.
This picture gets me started thinking about kisses. There have been three very memorable kisses in my life. Actually, come to think of it, I can barely remember any of the others.
The first kiss that comes to mind, literally, is my first kiss. I was in fifth grade and I had two really good friends, Patrick and Kurt. I think it was decided that I was going out with Kurt. The three of us decided that because of this, Kurt and I should kiss. Patrick, who was daring us, would get to watch. (This might have been the beginning of my exhibitionist tendencies.) I remember we all went at recess up the hill near the soccer field, giggling and nervous. I think it took us the entire lunch period to work up the nerve. I know there where several attempts at 1-2-3 kiss. Finally, just before the bell rang, our lips collided, hard fast and wet, and we ran into class, with me wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He broke up with me a week later. I never had a boy as a best friend again that was only a friend.
The next kiss that comes to mind was with my husband. I have to call him my husband for this kiss because it literally was our first married kiss. You know, right after the minister says You may kiss the bride. We were standing on the stage in front of everyone. I had been shaking I had been so frightened, both at being in front of everyone, and because I was terrified at the idea of getting married. And we had fought terribly the night before, to the point where I almost didnt show up. I had demanded that we not have people spend the night at the house the night before the wedding because I was only going to get a few hours of sleep as it was. Of course, at 3 AM he rolled in with two friends into our 600 square foot house. One of which is a dear friend of ours and the loudest human on the planet. So we fought. But that kiss, that kiss I could have fallen into forever. I think I would still have been kissing him now if he hadnt pulled away.
The last kiss happened on Catalina last summer, the night the picture was taken. This kiss was with White T-shirt Guy. The night before the kiss we had gone to a bar, and Im not sure what inspired us- the magical feel of Avalon, an escape from the funeral we were there for, or that it was the beginning of the end of our relationship for me, but we both started uncharacteristically flirting with other people. My husband played pool with several women, and I sent eye signals across the bar to White T-shirt.
The next night, the atmosphere was the same, but this time at the end of the evening White T-shirt got up and sat next to me. I remember him running his fingers up and down my calf as we talked. Sometime during our conversation, he called me gorgeous. The first time anyone had ever said that to me. When last call came the three of us left together. He walked with us up the hill to our hotel the hotel room that I was sharing with my children and that adjoined my mother in laws room. My husband went up the stairs, leaving me with White T-shirt. Then I kissed him.
I kissed him at first like I would have kissed my husband, barely thinking about it from long habit... But a moment into it, the shock of the strangeness of his lips hit me, how completely different his kiss was from my husbands, and the realization that this was the first person beside my husband I had kissed in over 11 years. And that I used to kiss lots of people and never appreciated how different each kiss was. And then it hit me, I would never get to kiss anyone but my husband again. And this made me incredibly sad.
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Crim said:
I almost, almost want to change my name to JohnCrichton
Hm. I've got dibs on D'Argo! (as befits my role as sidekick to heros