first date
Jul. 17th, 2004 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swingchickiei'm laughing to myself now as i think about our first meeting... the shopping trip i'd taken the day before, because i'd suddenly decided that nothing in my closet was appropriate "coffee-shop chic"... the butterflies in my stomach that morning, barely being able to eat my diner eggs and toast as dad chatted about the weather... the sweaty palms as i opened the wrong door to the cafe where you were waiting. sitting in the back, i could see that you were nervous too, and it made me grin. i could see some of the people around us grinning too, stealing glances at the awkward couple fumbling for those first important words to one another.
but as we settled in to our coffee and conversation, i was so, so glad that i'd accepted your invitation. i'm amazed at the personal stories we shared, how easily we opened up and let each other in. it was a connection of the heart and of the mind, one of those rare times in life that someone just "gets" you. but there was something else there as well... and as we talked, i admit, i couldn't help but watch your lips. as the conversation went on, the need to kiss you became overwhelming. it started as a romantic notion, and slowly turned to something purely biological. primal. i felt like a heroine in one of those awful bodice-ripper romances, pining, "if he doesn't kiss me, i shall die."
but you did. and it was sweet, and emotional, and beautiful. it brought me back to high school, when kissing was so new and exciting... back before it became a rushed gateway to more intimate acts. it was a kiss with no agenda other than to show such caring between 2 people, and to last as long as it could. your arms were safe and comfortable, your eyes happy and sparkling, and at that moment, it was exactly where i needed to be.
i cried a little bit as i headed back to boston this morning. it wasn't bad, just a combination of so many things -- the stress of the last few weeks... the blueness of the 7 a.m. sky as i started home... the knowledge that, even if i never see you again, our 2 hours together will be one of my sweetest memories... and the feeling that my broken heart was finally starting to heal a little bit.
i cranked the radio, rolled the window down to breathe in the summer morning, and welcomed the tears as they fell.
but as we settled in to our coffee and conversation, i was so, so glad that i'd accepted your invitation. i'm amazed at the personal stories we shared, how easily we opened up and let each other in. it was a connection of the heart and of the mind, one of those rare times in life that someone just "gets" you. but there was something else there as well... and as we talked, i admit, i couldn't help but watch your lips. as the conversation went on, the need to kiss you became overwhelming. it started as a romantic notion, and slowly turned to something purely biological. primal. i felt like a heroine in one of those awful bodice-ripper romances, pining, "if he doesn't kiss me, i shall die."
but you did. and it was sweet, and emotional, and beautiful. it brought me back to high school, when kissing was so new and exciting... back before it became a rushed gateway to more intimate acts. it was a kiss with no agenda other than to show such caring between 2 people, and to last as long as it could. your arms were safe and comfortable, your eyes happy and sparkling, and at that moment, it was exactly where i needed to be.
i cried a little bit as i headed back to boston this morning. it wasn't bad, just a combination of so many things -- the stress of the last few weeks... the blueness of the 7 a.m. sky as i started home... the knowledge that, even if i never see you again, our 2 hours together will be one of my sweetest memories... and the feeling that my broken heart was finally starting to heal a little bit.
i cranked the radio, rolled the window down to breathe in the summer morning, and welcomed the tears as they fell.
