The way your heart races so fast it almost jumps out of your chest. The way your hands shake and your legs tingle. The way the world as you know it disappears from your mind. I am talking of course, about a first kiss. There is nothing more glorious than that first kiss as you lean in, the way you wish it would never end and the way you are gleefully consumed by it for days. So new and exciting that I felt compelled to write about it here.
Is this a softer side of Scoops? I think so. Normally I am blogging about SEC football, baseball or how I dislike liberal policy. But today, I too, am gleefully consumed by a first kiss. Only 2 months after The Break Up from my longtime beaux, I have found myself immersed in singleness. I am wading around in the scary waters of dating, finding that this it is a f*cking blast and wishing I had done it sooner. How come nobody from the single team sent me a Memo about this? Eh, they were probably too busy enjoying singlehood. Since the breakup however I have been fortunate enough to reunite with an old friend and make some new ones at a local watering hole that has become my second home, and the people, a new family. The old friend is out of my league in my play book, but he disagrees. We went out a few times and eventually the innocent flirting turned into not so innocent slumber parties. However, recently he chose not to call me back regarding plans we made and has yet to answer as to why. While I am not mad (anymore) I am a little disappointed. Unsure where that was going, if it was going anywhere at all, I continued on my quest to have a good time.
Last night, just as my anger faded from the unreturned phone call from Mr. New a week ago, a somewhat unexpected event occured. An attractive, Paul Newman-esque gentlemen who I was social with at my local watering hole, began to show some interest in me. He was the last of the crew to flirt with me, the others were overly eager. It started last week with playful flirting that spilled over into last night. We bonded as partners in a game of beer pong (sarcasm of course) and then inched closer to each other at the bowling arcade game in the back corner. He distracted me during our bowling game, I'll spare the details, but it was quite nice, and I found myself in a place that I haven't been to in so long I almost forgot what it was like. For those precious moments I wasn't the woman who over thinks every little detail of every aspect of my life. I wasn't the SEC expert talking defensive spreads or the uptight, overworked, underpaid maverick. I was instead a free spirit, an innocent girl who jumped up and down and cheered every time I bowled a stike and giggled as he kissed my neck and sqeezed my behind. I was the girl who leaned closer to him while we played that arcade game and smiled as he looked at me. Oh, it felt so good.
As the bar cleared out and Laura hollered 'Last Call!!!!' we found ourselves alone at a table. Then we went outside as the night winded down. We leaned against the concrete column smoking and talking, and then, it happened. He kissed me and I kissed him and all the world around us stopped. Laura and Trish came outside to continue a catfight and Guido followed, but none of that mattered. He held me so close and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and go with it. After all, it felt good, so good. This continued by my car.
Once the makeout session was over, I pulled out, smiling ear to ear, a smile that has remained on my face all day today despite my hangover and being at work. I don't know what will happen now... Maybe nothing, maybe everything, but it is fun and it feels just like a should, a first kiss.
Oh, and by the way, Bama won today over Kentucky 17-14.
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