It's a cloudy Saturday, but kinda muggy and hot (man I am turning British, starting every conversation with the weather). I've just gotten back from the gym, and this is an enigmatic representation of my face:
Do you remember your first kiss? Mine was spin the bottle (ergh, vomit, cliche), one Saturday afternoon hiding with a group of kids in a bedroom while our parents had coffee in the next room. Thrilling huh? My main recollections of the probably three-second-experience go something like this:
'Oh-God-do-I-have-to? Ahhh-his-face-is-so-close. Am-I-supposed-to-shut-my-eyes? What-if-I-miss-his-face? Don't-miss! Lips-ok-ew-wet! EW! Tongue! Ok-enough. Gross. Weird. Ok. I survived.'
Weird. And wet. Two inexperienced tongues, and very soft lips. Also, there was one boy in the room that I really really really (and seriously, add another 'really' in there. We were 12. Boy germs were a very real thing) did not want to kiss, so I spent most of the time stressing out about coming up with reasons to quit the game if my spin should land on him. Or his spin land on me. So I didn't really dwell on the moments as they were happening. You'll be relieved to know that I did escape dreaded germboy - pretty sure we got busted by parentals.
But it did get me thinking about first kisses... do you know, I don't think I've ever had a first kiss sober? All my first kisses have been when I was drunkittydrunkdrunkdrunk. So any possible stomach churning could be put down to nerves, yes, or the seven vodka tonics slushing around my empty stomach. I'm actually properly sad that I haven't had a first sober kiss, I feel like I'm missing out on the build ups, the nerves, the anticipation. Actually, maybe no one has sober first kisses, because teens and adults cover nerves and anticipation in sweet sweet alcoholic nectar, tiding us over into that cooler, flirtier, probably slightly less classy version of ourselves. I'd settle for tipsy though. Just something less than the blind drunk that often leads to bad decisions, and the way both regret and hilarious stories can be covered with the 'I was just so drunk' comforter. Just enough liquid courage to look someone in the eye and know that I really really really want nothing more than to kiss them in that instant, as a choice, and not just something that oops-happened-ha-ha-ha-ha-shit-woops-oh-well.
Anyway, that's a rather self-indulgent tangent from a clip of two little cuties who know how to get a reaction out of their parents.
Enigmatic being an entirely unnecessary word in this case.
In other, infinitely more interesting offerings from the internetz, this is way cute:
Thanks Paul for tweetin' such a damn cute thing.
'Oh-God-do-I-have-to? Ahhh-his-face-is-so-close. Am-I-supposed-to-shut-my-eyes? What-if-I-miss-his-face? Don't-miss! Lips-ok-ew-wet! EW! Tongue! Ok-enough. Gross. Weird. Ok. I survived.'
Weird. And wet. Two inexperienced tongues, and very soft lips. Also, there was one boy in the room that I really really really (and seriously, add another 'really' in there. We were 12. Boy germs were a very real thing) did not want to kiss, so I spent most of the time stressing out about coming up with reasons to quit the game if my spin should land on him. Or his spin land on me. So I didn't really dwell on the moments as they were happening. You'll be relieved to know that I did escape dreaded germboy - pretty sure we got busted by parentals.
But it did get me thinking about first kisses... do you know, I don't think I've ever had a first kiss sober? All my first kisses have been when I was drunkittydrunkdrunkdrunk. So any possible stomach churning could be put down to nerves, yes, or the seven vodka tonics slushing around my empty stomach. I'm actually properly sad that I haven't had a first sober kiss, I feel like I'm missing out on the build ups, the nerves, the anticipation. Actually, maybe no one has sober first kisses, because teens and adults cover nerves and anticipation in sweet sweet alcoholic nectar, tiding us over into that cooler, flirtier, probably slightly less classy version of ourselves. I'd settle for tipsy though. Just something less than the blind drunk that often leads to bad decisions, and the way both regret and hilarious stories can be covered with the 'I was just so drunk' comforter. Just enough liquid courage to look someone in the eye and know that I really really really want nothing more than to kiss them in that instant, as a choice, and not just something that oops-happened-ha-ha-ha-ha-shit-woops-oh-well.
Anyway, that's a rather self-indulgent tangent from a clip of two little cuties who know how to get a reaction out of their parents.
And for the record, I have also had many lovely, non-drunk, amazing kisses (TMI? Sorry? Scroll back up and look at the tomato).
Hee hee tomato face.
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