It was a very nice warm day I was out on the front lawn dreaming about what life could be like if I could ever find someone to date. I was talking to my neighbor’s dog, Frieda, about it when she licked my face.
I thought I was by myself but that was dumb of me with five sisters. I said; “My first kiss” someone heard me and told the others who all laughed and laughed at fourteen my first kiss went to a dog. For some reason it became the source of teasing until I got married, which would not have been too bad, except that it took me another 10 years to finally meet him. So I heard this story way too many times to be funny any more. (I had a a picture of the dog to put in here but…. computers, software, resizing, my Francois in not here so no picture)
So my “second” kiss went to Francois.
I was standing in my parent’s kitchen. He had come to B.C to visit and help with the driving back to Ontario where I was moving to, too get to know him better.
“Hum, ah, well, I was wondering if I could kiss you?” he asked
“Hmm (pause) Hmm (stammer) Ah, O.K” I said.
“Awkward, and I waited 28 years for this?” I thought but that little peck was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me and it was worth the wait.
Was your first kiss the magic moment that you expected?