The Infamous Rain-Soaked, Second Kiss
I damn near screwed this one up, too, but then I didn’t
So much is made of that awkward, pimple-faced, tongue-tangling first kiss. (see the Kiki Walter’s Memorist’s March prompt: The First Kiss)
But what about the second one?
Did I get it right? Or at least better than the botched bubble-gum debacle?
Dogs at Dairy Queen
I’d just asked her out the day before after sixth-period English class. Melissa Monroe and I walked hand-in-hand from the middle-school football game to Dairy Queen.
We laughed about Eddie Hansen fart in math class, how disgusting the frogs we were dissected were in Mrs. Wainwright’s class, and how Mrs. Penny loved to sip coffee and sit cross-legged on the corner of her desk.
I accidentally slurped my straw for the last few drops of my cherry slush.
Melissa giggled and blushed.
It was adorable and made me blush back.
“Excuse me,” I said with a giant grin.
Making my move
I coyly put my right hand on the inner thigh of her jeans and could feel her body jolt.
She responded by placing her hand on top of mine.
I contemplated kissing her right then and there, but my nerves got the best of me.
“It’s getting late,” she said, breaking the awkward silence. “I need to be home for dinner. Will you walk me home?”
A golden horse-drawn carriage
I wish I had a dazzling, gold horse-drawn carriage to ride her home in, but my Nike-covered walking hooves and holding hands would have to do.
It was a beautiful fall afternoon. The foilage perfectly captivated the mood, then that damn Mother Nature decided to play a dirty trick as it started to rain. First, a light a drizzle, then a little harder until finally the age-old adage it’s raining cats and dogs occurred.
We were only a few blocks away, so we ran. Still hand in hand.
We reached the front porch both of us drenched from head to toe.
The awkward pause
She looked at me, and said, “Well, that was a memorable walk and run. I never had so much fun getting drenched.”
“We have to do it again,” I laughed.
There was a long awkward pause. I could feel my heart race, but I was uncertain what to do or say next.
“Well, I better get inside before we need to build an ark. Call me later?”
Lightning-quick decision
She started to turn the doorknob when I blurted out, “Wait. You forgot something.”
And I went in for the kill.
Lightly I grabbed her hips, closed my eyes, and we locked lips, then our tongues swirled. it was magical. Amazing. My heart raced. Maybe danced. Then — like out of a movie — thunder struck. Wow! This can’t be happening. Am I in a dream?
Sadly, the thunder was a mood changer as it jolted Melissa. She jumped, and said, “Oh dear! I got to go. That was amazing. Call me.”
Lesson learned
Life is full of missed opportunities. Second, third, and even fourth ones. Don’t give up on your dreams. When life gives you thunder, lightning, and pouring down rain, well, then do what I did Carpe diem. Seize the day. Golden opportunities await us all. We just have to locate them and go in for the kill.
Thanks for reading my story
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