Everyone wishes to make their first kiss with their significant other, something of a memory. Something you can write in a journal, tell to your friends, and if you were planning marriage and children, your kids. It is that moment that you hope says to everyone that you were meant to be. So, with your current lover, how was that first kiss? where was it? Was it memorable enough that you can give details on the number of stars, the color of the floor tiles or for that matter, what movie you were watching? Or can you not remember their name?
For myself, My love and I were conversing on MSN. Yes, the infamous matchmaker itself. We lived in the same Residence building at University and we had gotten to know eachother through our frosh group. After having broken up with our significant others, both of a considerably long time, we began hanging out more and more, and well, on MSN that particular night we let more slip I figure our minds wanted us too (but not more than our hearts.)
After confessing that we dream about eachother, and that we are completely head over heels for eachother, it had rolled over to 3:45am and I asked her to meet me in the hall of the main lobby (really the only place we could) just so I could see her. It had come to the point that I needed to if I was going to sleep that night. Well, we met down in the lobby, and more than meeting, we ran into eachothers arms. I had never felt her that close and Did not want to let go. I can distinctly remember how she looked up and me, babbling like an idiot I was, and how she just shut me up, kissing me so deeply I almost fainted from the rush. After being lip-locked for god knows how long, we returned to our respective sides of the hall, being I was sitting against one wall, and her against the other, staring at eachother. "Do you realize what we've done?" she says. "Yes. We're not the same people to eacother anymore. Not after this." I replied. "Hypothetically, if we get married, who handles the finances?" she jokes. "Both of us?" I said nervously. You have to hate those hidden meaning questions. "Are you one of those 'I am the man' kind of guys?". We sat there, reconvening to kiss every so often, and hold eachother like no tomorrow until about 6:15am. We returned to our rooms afterward for what was a short sleep before our 9:30am class.
So what's your story?
Love,
Mouse
