Chapter Eight* The First Kiss

This is the story of how my husband and I met, got engaged, and were married within 8 months…

…and lived happily ever after*

Well, several of you were not impressed with how I left the ending of my last post… haha! I was sorely tempted to maybe just it be for a week or so and see what you thought… :) Before I begin this entry though, I’m curious… for those of you who are reading, are you enjoying it? Am I posting about it too frequently? Should I space out these entries? I’d love to know your thoughts– I’d hate to think I was boring you to tears!!
So, I invited him inside… and he said yes. Luckily all of my roommates were either in their rooms or were out for the night, so we had the living room to ourselves. It was already quite late, so I didn’t expect him to stay long. But we sat down on the couch to talk and I flipped on the TV for background noise. Over the next half an hour or so we slowly moved closer together so that first we were close… then our knees were touching… then his arm was around me and and he pulled me close. Even though I pretended to play it cool, I was positively dancing inside. I can still remember how my stomach was flip flopping and was absolutely FULL of butterflies as he pulled me close into his chest. We sat like this and flipped through the channels trying to find something fun to watch, but obviously as it was after midnight there was nothing good on. We finally found some terrible movie (that I later learned was Midnight Run) and only half paid attention.

My mind was spinning… we were cuddling, holding hands and had just had the most perfect date… would he try and kiss me? Would he think I was a hussy if I let him? Should I let him? What if he doesn’t? What if he only wants NCMO? (**Non Committal Make-Out… hahahaha) I didn’t know what to think.

When it became clear that neither of us were interested in the movie, we sat and talked quietly about this and that. We were sitting side by side and I was half curled up in his arm and chest. I turned to face him for a minute and he came in for a kiss and caught me off guard…

…and missed.

Before I understood what he was doing I had moved my head and instead of my mouth he ended up kissing my chin. It was so cute and sweet (and a little funny) that I decided not to be a prude and to let him try again and we had the most amazing first kiss… it was one of those head-in-the-clouds-heart-pounding-knees-melting-toes tingling kisses that you wait your whole life for. He held me tightly and kissed me again and I knew I was done for… he had me: hook, line, and sinker.

He didn’t stay much longer after that as he had to work early the next morning, so we walked to my doorway and he took me in his arms one more time, and then he was gone. I’m pretty sure I stood standing in my doorway with the BIGGEST smile on my face for the next few minutes before waltzing back into my little house. If you have ever seen My Fair Lady, the scene where Eliza is dancing and singing “I Could Have Danced All Night” pretty much sums up my reaction.

As I climbed into bed (absolutely wide awake) my mind replayed the events of the evening… the perfect dinner, our first dance together, our first KISS… my heart started racing all over again. He certainly acted like he liked me… and from what I had seen he was a very genuine person. But I, being a woman, still had a shed of self-doubt… what if he doesn’t call?

And so, after my heart stopped beating a million miles a minute I fell asleep replaying the kiss over in my mind…

And then I waited for him to call…