High school crush

Good lord, did I have tons of high school crushes! They didn’t quite turn out like the one in my story Saint Jillian’s Rebel, but they sure left some good memories. What’s funny is that I don’t remember their names – most of them – but I remember the blue eyes of one, the first kiss of another, meeting another by literally crashing into him in the hall because I was late for class and wasn’t watching where I was going. An upperclassman, I doubt he’d have even noticed I was alive had I not just completely plowed straight into him. He picked up my books that had flown out of my arms, walked me to class (of which I was no longer concerned that I was late) and asked me out when we got there. I know. Sounds after-school-movie corny. But it’s all true and still gives me a fluttery warm feeling when I think about it.

Not all my high school crushes turned out so well. I was in crush-love with a guy that never looked my way. Wasn’t his type I suppose, not the peppy, built, blonde-in-a-bottle daddy’s little rich girl – which he eventually married. Much to my chagrin. (I crushed on him for years – clear through college, so please chalk the snarkiness up to all that pent-up unrequited “love”). Funny how things work out. Turns out, according to the post-high school grapevine he’s not made her too terribly happy because he doesn’t exactly have strong sexual “urges”.  Apparently, he wasn’t my type either.

I-love-you-I-love-you-too*kiss*

I think one of the best “first” kisses is a kiss that isn’t the first, isn’t the last, but is the first time you realize, in the long line of kisses with a steady significant other that the kiss is automatic. Those “have-a-good-day-I-love-you-I-love-you-too” quick kiss and I’m out the door kisses. I often hear about these kind of kisses in a negative light, but I don’t think so. I mean how great is it to have someone you get to kiss “automatically”? Who’s there to kiss you back without thinking about it. There are still stomach-fluttering moments, giddy, heart-pounding times. But those can come with a stranger too. Or an aquaintance, a “new” love. But that natural, automatic kiss that seems like a throw-away, unthinking action is precious for that very reason. It’s a gift of time, and too often we take it for granted. But that’s part of it too. Having something so precious, so common. I keep hearing that line “It’s later than you think.” It might be, so time to smile with all the everyday things in life that make it good.

Surprise me!

It’s funny when I started thinking of kisses how a certain one kept coming to the front of my mind today. This kiss was a surprise. The first surprise kiss I’d had in a long time. I was at a party with my boyfriend some time ago and I was coming back down the hall from the back of the house. I turned the corner and he stepped out in front of me, startling me and stopping me short. He had this very intense look on his face, but before I could ask him if something was wrong, he grabbed me and kissed me senseless. By the time he let go of me, I was dazed and completely ready to leave the party. With him. Right then. <sigh> But we didn’t. He grinned down at me and led me back to the main part of the house. Damn it. But ever since then, that’s been one of my top ten favorite kisses.

First kiss

The first kiss I remember was a very, very long time ago. All the way back to kindergarten. His name was Mike, and he had black hair and dark eyes. We were under the monkey bars at recess after lunch. He asked me to marry him and I kissed him on the cheek. And that was that. It was very sweet and innocent and makes me smile any time my thoughts wander back there. Today I don’t remember a lot of things about my early years of school (aside from never getting to be the wake-up fairy of nap time because I never managed to lie silently through the entire quiet time – but that’s another story), I don’t remember teachers’ names, lessons learned, snacks or much else. But I do remember my first marriage proposal.

Countdown to Valentine’s Day!

Here’s to being halfway through one hell of a week! Yay! Yee-haw! and Woo Hoo! Been offline for several days mostly because I’ve been under the weather. Not helping with this week.

But on the other hand, next week is Valentine’s Day.  I love Valentine’s Day! The hearts, chocolate, flowers, kisses…. oh yes! My favorite part. I just read a great article at AskMen.com giving men 10 tips on making that first kiss a winner. And the tips are great. Though I personally loved the “Don’t Slobber” (of course! Ick!) and “Be Alone” – very few things kill a first kiss for me like having it planted on me with an audience watching. I mean, I may not be sure that I’m ready or want that first kiss yet, but I’m damn sure I don’t want it in the middle of a crowd! I wish all the men I kissed the first time had read this article.

So, starting tomorrow, we’re a week away from Valentine’s. And now I’m thinking about kisses. I’ve had a lot of first kisses in my short life. :)  The first real “boy” kiss, the first “married” woman kiss, the first “my baby” kiss, the first “divorced” woman kiss, the first “in love again” kiss…and so many more. Who knew there could be so many first kisses? All so different, each special in its own way. I think over the next week I’ll share some of those. I might even dig through my old stories and find the first kiss I ever wrote.