Flashback: it's {all about him} and our first kiss...

I remember my very first kiss ever. It was in the second grade. [Hey, I had three older sisters. I had to keep up.]  

During reading hour, my beau and I would coincide the time we went to the bookshelf. That way we had a few minutes together where we could inconspicuously hold hands. I don’t think we even exchanged words. Just held hands. I am sure we thought we were being very discreet. Why our teacher never scolded us, I will never know.

One day at recess, my little lover told his friend to tell my friend to tell me [you know how it works] that he wanted to kiss me. So, I told my friend to tell his friend to tell him that we could schedule the kiss during our next “bookshelf” time.

The time came and I got the “go ahead” signal [if I remember correctly, it was a mini heart cut out of pink construction paper passed across the room from his table to mine. So fitting.] So I met the boy at the bookshelf and waited.

Waited...waited…

And what do you know, the poor little guy chickened out! But I was not going to let my “bookshelf time” be wasted.  So, I took matters into my own hands. I planted one right on his … cheek, of course. A kiss on the lips was just disgusting. Full of cooties.

If I remember right, we “broke up” about a week later. Must have been one heck of a kiss.

This boy now lives "happily ever after" with his boyfriend [yes, you read that right]. Again, it must have been one heck of a kiss. Obviously it had a big impact on his life. [I refuse to believe my perfectly planted kiss had anything to do with his present lifestyle. I refuse.]

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Now you are probably wondering what this little story had to do with Jake.

Well, nothing really.

There really aren’t any similarities. Our first kissed was not planned out on a schoolyard. It was definitely not by a bookshelf “supposedly” hidden from our teacher. We actually included communication surrounding the big moment. And my kissing abilities did not lead Jake to make any drastic lifestyle changes. Phew.

But one thing is the same in both “first kiss” cases. My first kiss with Jake, like my very first kiss ever, was initiated by me.

Not that Jake was too chicken like Mr. Bookshelf. Oh no. If he had it his way, he would have planted a kiss on me that very first day at Ice Age 3D. Instead, being the sensitive [but masculine. Very, very masculine] guy he is, he waited until he was absolutely, positively, one-hundo percent sure I wouldn’t run screaming in the opposite direction. What a gentleman.

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Jake had a big trip planned to visit some of his favorite families from his mission so he was leaving for California for 10 days. The night before he left, we sat in my living room laughing, talking, and joking until 5am.

You know how it goes. First, it started with a lull in conversation. Then we made the ever so famous “eye contact”. [Goodness. There is no way to tell about a first kiss without sounding completely and utterly cheesy.]

Jake hesitated [out of pure fear for my reaction]. And I took advantage of his hesitation.

And you pretty much can guess the rest. Really, I have given you enough details already. Besides, my future kiddos will probably be making disgusted faces and gagging sounds as they read this. No point in egging them on further. [Or is there?… Kids, it was perfect. Take that.]

And that was that. He left the next day. [Or at 8am, a mere 3 hours since he left my house. Poor guy was probably exhausted.]

                          

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