Friday, November 14, 1997. Ten years ago today.
It's hard for me to believe that on today's date 10 years ago was the morning that my wife and I shared our first official kiss. I say "official" because the actual first was in a game of truth or dare and doesn't really count. The one ten years ago today was the first one that actually meant something.
I don't precisely recall what we spent the day doing. Running around, having fun, being teenagers to be sure. At the time we still thought of each other as friends, although the mutual attraction was certainly there. That night we had dinner at the Locust Street Grill, which at that time was quite a classy establishment. Nowadays it's just another bar in a college town, called Hooligans. I remember we had a quiet dinner and talked about whatever things were on our minds at the time. Most of which I can barely remember now, but at the time seemed so important. I don't recall exactly what time we finished dinner either, but it must have been late because I drove her home around about midnight. We spent the next hour parked in her driveway just talking. No really, we were only talking. It was a little after 1:00 when we finally decided to call it a night. As I walked her to her door I remember the Moon was shining, but a light snow began to fall. The moonlight made the falling snowflakes glow. Then came the kiss. After we hugged our good nights I kept my left hand on her waist, and brought my right hand up to her cheek, then slowly guided her lips to mine. It was one of those small soft romantic kisses. There was full lip contact, but it was still slow and gentle. Slightly open mouthed, but no tongue :-) It was probably the most romantic kiss I've ever had. The moonlight, the falling snow,... it all made the moment seem… ethereal.
I don't want to sound cheesy, but it was almost like something out of a fairy tale. Or like something out of one of those 1980s teenager movies starring Molly Ringwald. I always thought she was cute, incidentally.
I loved those pouty lips of hers. Anyway...
That's just me getting carried away with my thing for redheads.
That night is one of my fondest memories. That Bryan Adams song "Summer of 69" always makes me think of it, although it wasn't summer time. There is definitely something special about those teenage memories. The way emotions ran high, and everything seemed so seriously important. I wouldn't at all mind living that moment over again, but I don't ever want to be a teenager again either. That's one of life's lessons I suppose. You can't live in the past, but you can't totally let go of it either. You have to move forward with your life, but still cherish the memories of days gone by.
I don't precisely recall what we spent the day doing. Running around, having fun, being teenagers to be sure. At the time we still thought of each other as friends, although the mutual attraction was certainly there. That night we had dinner at the Locust Street Grill, which at that time was quite a classy establishment. Nowadays it's just another bar in a college town, called Hooligans. I remember we had a quiet dinner and talked about whatever things were on our minds at the time. Most of which I can barely remember now, but at the time seemed so important. I don't recall exactly what time we finished dinner either, but it must have been late because I drove her home around about midnight. We spent the next hour parked in her driveway just talking. No really, we were only talking. It was a little after 1:00 when we finally decided to call it a night. As I walked her to her door I remember the Moon was shining, but a light snow began to fall. The moonlight made the falling snowflakes glow. Then came the kiss. After we hugged our good nights I kept my left hand on her waist, and brought my right hand up to her cheek, then slowly guided her lips to mine. It was one of those small soft romantic kisses. There was full lip contact, but it was still slow and gentle. Slightly open mouthed, but no tongue :-) It was probably the most romantic kiss I've ever had. The moonlight, the falling snow,... it all made the moment seem… ethereal.
I don't want to sound cheesy, but it was almost like something out of a fairy tale. Or like something out of one of those 1980s teenager movies starring Molly Ringwald. I always thought she was cute, incidentally.
I loved those pouty lips of hers. Anyway...
That's just me getting carried away with my thing for redheads.
That night is one of my fondest memories. That Bryan Adams song "Summer of 69" always makes me think of it, although it wasn't summer time. There is definitely something special about those teenage memories. The way emotions ran high, and everything seemed so seriously important. I wouldn't at all mind living that moment over again, but I don't ever want to be a teenager again either. That's one of life's lessons I suppose. You can't live in the past, but you can't totally let go of it either. You have to move forward with your life, but still cherish the memories of days gone by.
posted by Daniel at
11/14/2007 10:00:00 AM
1 Comments:
Dan, that post is very moving- poignant and touching. Reading it, I almost felt like I was there- but I'm glad I wasn't. (Brother kissing = gross) :-)
It seems to me that you are getting happier as time goes by- I really hope you are. It's important to never forget the past, but to realize we can never get it back, either.
(And yes, I would HATE to be a teenager again. I was an idiot- but you know that. You were there.)
I love you!!!
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