For those of you who instantly recognized the title of this post - I am warning you that this will be a repeat...a very, dreadful repeat. But I decided it is time to bring this story out of the woodwork ... Not so much for my own benefit, but to console friends and aquaintences in their epic, lip-locked struggles. I also decided, that all first kisses should be horrible, awful and highly traumatic. Why? Because horrible, awful and highly traumatic first kisses = HIGHLY entertaining stories for posterity! Anyway, here it goes.
It was my first year at Utah State. I was, yes I admit it, I was the LAST and lingering VL in my apartment. And while I was stubbornly and proudly clinging to that title, along came John. I could tell he really liked me (which should always be the first clue there is something seriously wrong with a man). So I let him take me out on a couple of dates. On our second or third date, it was pretty obvious that he wanted to kiss me. Unfortunately for him, I was not yet resigned to that fate. He drove out to the lake (reservoir, whatever that small body of water in Logan is called) and we took a nice evening stroll out to the dock. He leaned against the railing and put his arms around me. Should've been romantic huh? More like frantic actually. He asked me what I was thinking about and I said something lame like 'Baseball'. So we parried for a while - he asked, I dodged. Finally, he got annoyed and we walked back to the car and drove back to the apartment building. But when we got there, he didn't get out. He looked at the clock and said 'I better get you home before midnight or I will turn into a frog and you'll have to kiss me to get me back.' At this point I had resigned myself to my cruel fate and though my conscience was screaming 'NO!!!!' I responded with something like, 'Why do we have to wait until then?' Of course, that unleashed the beast. He kissed me. He, feeling pretty proud of himself I am sure, asked how it was and I said, without thinking (obviously) 'I don't know. I might need to practice.' Well, needless to say that was his cue. And he kissed me and he kissed me and he kissed me...and I sat, eyes wide open, thinking 'Can I go home now?... I think I just heard a cow.... Wow, that tree is really ugly... No, seriously, that is an ugly tree!'
He finally came up for air, I finally got to go home, and the ugly tree finally got recognized for it's iconic place in my personal history! It's still there, that ugly tree, though thankfully stalker John is not!
It was my first year at Utah State. I was, yes I admit it, I was the LAST and lingering VL in my apartment. And while I was stubbornly and proudly clinging to that title, along came John. I could tell he really liked me (which should always be the first clue there is something seriously wrong with a man). So I let him take me out on a couple of dates. On our second or third date, it was pretty obvious that he wanted to kiss me. Unfortunately for him, I was not yet resigned to that fate. He drove out to the lake (reservoir, whatever that small body of water in Logan is called) and we took a nice evening stroll out to the dock. He leaned against the railing and put his arms around me. Should've been romantic huh? More like frantic actually. He asked me what I was thinking about and I said something lame like 'Baseball'. So we parried for a while - he asked, I dodged. Finally, he got annoyed and we walked back to the car and drove back to the apartment building. But when we got there, he didn't get out. He looked at the clock and said 'I better get you home before midnight or I will turn into a frog and you'll have to kiss me to get me back.' At this point I had resigned myself to my cruel fate and though my conscience was screaming 'NO!!!!' I responded with something like, 'Why do we have to wait until then?' Of course, that unleashed the beast. He kissed me. He, feeling pretty proud of himself I am sure, asked how it was and I said, without thinking (obviously) 'I don't know. I might need to practice.' Well, needless to say that was his cue. And he kissed me and he kissed me and he kissed me...and I sat, eyes wide open, thinking 'Can I go home now?... I think I just heard a cow.... Wow, that tree is really ugly... No, seriously, that is an ugly tree!'
He finally came up for air, I finally got to go home, and the ugly tree finally got recognized for it's iconic place in my personal history! It's still there, that ugly tree, though thankfully stalker John is not!
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I can still remember our mad dash to the art building hoping that he wouldn't see you and follow us there....good times. well in retrospect at least. :)