First Kiss...

      His name is Matt. We met where I used to meet many of my future "relationship" partners: Facebook. Bad idea. But that's ok because it turns out all right. So we had been talking and texting like teenagers do, flirting and thinking we were oh so hilarious because of our inside jokes. Stuff like going green... Whatever. Finally, the day came that I would get to meet this boy. He text me while I was at work and asked me to hang out with him over at his brother's house, (Oh, by the way, it was General Conference weekend.) to watch Conference. I could not wait! I closed up shop early (shhhh) and ran home to take a shower and beautify myself. As luck would have it, unfortunately, he showed up before I was even finished! So who got to entertain him? Yeah, that would be my parents. Poor boy. I went downstairs and we looked into each other's eyes and he told me that I really was short. (I already knew that, but I giggled and flirtatiously and said something that I probably thought was witty.) He escorted me out the car...which his brother was driving...and helped me into the back seat, and he got into the passenger seat. (At this point, before you think anything bad about him, I should tell you that he's actually pretty polite and chivalrous.)
     We drove up to his brother's house and made our way inside, down the stairs and sat down to watch Conference. A few short minutes later, Matt asked me if I was thirsty. I was starting to think he was an idiot...Why would he ask me that? I said no and awkwardly tried to watch Conference. Then he asked me again, and I said no...and still could not figure out why he asked. Why would I be thirsty? Then Crystal, my oldest sister, text me to ask how the date was. I text her back, secretly, of course, telling her that I did not understand why he kept wanting to know if I wanted a drink. And then it hit me. It had NOTHING to do with wanting a drink. He wanted to kiss me! How could I be the idiot?! I didn't know what to do, so I asked Crystal what I should do. She said to text him; so I did. It said, "Hey, (Insert private joke) I think I'm thirsty..." My heart started racing...I basically just agreed to kiss him! My first real kiss...Oh no! Was my breath ok? Did I even brush before we left? Oh gosh, what if I suck at it? Then my phone vibrated: "I'm thirsty...for you." My eyes were the size of saucers! What the heck did that mean? Oh jeez. I looked at him and smiled. Then he asked me again (so his brothers and sister-in-law could hear) if I was thirsty. I admitted that I was thirsty. He took my hand (ahhh! Excitement!) and led me up the stairs to the kitchen.
     He sat down at the table, so I sat down next to him and smiled. I'm sure he could see the mixture of emotions in my eyes. I was terrified and excited; nervous, yet giddy. He leaned toward me and I pulled my head back, as if I was recoiling or somethin'. I was not ready for this. Matt put his hand on my neck and pulled me toward him. I puckered up, trying (and failing) to be seductive, as he leaned in toward me. I kept my eyes open, watching him as he got closer and closer, then finally I realized everyone in heaven was laughing at me for my awkwardness, so I closed them. His lips met mine and it wasn't too bad. Then he tried shoving his tongue in my mouth. I didn't know what was happening. (Now I'll admit that I know how much of an idiot I really was, especially now that I know he is actually a very, very good kisser.) I kept my lips clenched closed. I didn't want that in my mouth! But he kept trying, oh yes, he's persistent. So I opened up and we started making out. My first kiss turned into a makeout!  This wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't get a real first kiss. But I let it go and kept kissing him. About ten seconds later I realized I didn't like kissing. It was gross and sloppy and not how I had always imagined it. I pulled away and looked at him. His expression was that of pure confusion. I burst out laughing. I think I was trying not to cry, but I couldn't stop laughing. He smiled at me and asked if everything was ok. I had no idea how I was. I knew for a fact I was not good at kissing and I needed practice. I answered with a timid yes and he leaned in to kiss me again. This kiss was better; softer, sweeter, but I was still a bit skeptical. He pulled away and I smiled up at him, still hating that I wasn't sure if I even liked kissing. I grabbed his hand and walked away, hoping that he'd just want to hold hands and keep it at that. (Just so you know, the real reason I didn't want to kiss him was because I was so embarrassed by my lack of skills in the kissing department.) We sat on the couch, just cuddling, and the way he held me made me think that I could just cuddle forever and never kiss again.
     ...We all know how long that lasted... The rest of that story is just between Matt and me... Exciting, yeah? Not for you, but definitely for me, sucker! I have more of these stories. They'll be coming soon, lucky YOU! Well, Imma go.
Sexy beef cake, bih! ;) K, bye.