Movie Kiss

Growing up I always wished my life were like a movie. I loved movies. The romance, the comedy, the tragedy lightened with a happy ending. But let’s face it. Life isn’t the feel good movie we want.

I don’t care for “chick flicks” generally. But that’s what I wished my life to be like the most. Meet a guy in a weird way. Have him say just the right thing. Then kiss me. Who ever has that actually happen to them?

Well, me.

It’s 2018. I live in rural Vermont and work nights and weekends. That makes it hard to meet people. So, I joined an online site to meet people. Most guys are jerks. They just want one thing. I doubt I need to tell you what. But this one was different. This one liked conversation.

We started texting. Daily. Wow, a guy who texts me in the morning just to say hi. Who knew that even existed?! Well, I’m here to tell you, it does! And I found him! We text about movies and music and our kids. We text about our histories with relationships. We text about our day. Until, one day, he asks if he can call me.

Let me just say, I’m not really a phone speaking sort of person. As a teenager, no problem. I could do it all night long. Just sit on the phone chatting with a boy. No big deal. We didn’t have internet or smart phones back then (seems so long ago). And now, I have a job that requires me to be on the phone all day. So, I don’t generally want to talk on the phone when I’m home. I’m afraid I’d be weird and awkward and not have anything to say.

But this guy was different. I can’t really say how, but I felt more comfortable with him than anyone else. I eventually let him know it’d be ok if he called me. So, he did.

And we talked. We talked for an hour. I sat in my car (I was driving when he called) and we talked for an hour! I didn’t care that I was getting cold (it was late fall, nearly winter). We talked about the same things we had been texting about. And it was good. It was relaxed. It wasn’t awkward.

We texted daily and talked occasionally for a little more than a week before meeting for dinner. All that time he would tell me he was excited to meet and couldn’t wait. Nor could I.

So, the night came. And we had dinner. We ended up ordering the same thing (we like a lot of the same things). We talked more. And more. And more. When dinner was done we went and talked more in the car.

And then, he said it. The words similar to what I’ve only ever heard in the movies or on TV. “Can I see your lips?" What does one say to that?

Well, I said “Yes you can." And then he kissed me. His lips were so soft and tender. Perfect. We kissed as our hands touched and he put a hand on my cheek and in my hair to my neck.

I can’t remember the last time I was kissed like that. When I was weak in the knees simply from a kiss. That kiss is all I’ve been able to think about since it happened. He still texts me every day. I try not to be the first to text, I don’t want to come across as needy or obsessive.

I love texting and talking to him. I can’t wait until we can see each other again. I can’t wait to kiss him again. That whole encounter has always been what I had wanted growing up.