Go Big or Go Home

It was a crisp cold November evening.  I just finished practice for our high school rendition of “The Best Christmas Pageant Ever”.  Practice ran late, and my duties as costume mistress piled up.  As I walked out of the theatre there he was.  Standing next to my car with a baggy sweat shirt and jeans on.  This guy put a spell on me.  His smile melted my heart and the muscles he acquired from a combination of football and brick laying made me weak in the knees.  Yes, I was a sucker for this hunk.

Quite frankly I was dumbstruck as to what this guy saw in me.  A football player, chamber choir member, and the apple of many girls’ eye.  But out of all the hormonal, estrogen powered women he picked a corky, outgoing, class clown.  Whatever it was that drew him to me, I was completely okay with, and couldn’t be anymore happy that we had been “sweet on each other” for 10 months and going strong.

“How was your practice?”

“Long… what are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to come see you.”

(I know puppy love, right?)

After about 15 minutes of a nauseating display of flirting, even a little to juvenile for the seniors that we were (haha!), the conversation slowed. I realized time flew by and my parents might be getting anxious about my tardiness so I reached to open my car door.  It was then that my man reached over, placed his hand on my shoulder, gently turned me around as his other hand made its way to my cheek and …

…he leaned in for a kiss.

My hear began to race.  I had never kissed a boy before and was quite nervous about my lack of knowledge on this topic.  Sure I had done ample amount of research, of watching romantic comedies.  That counted right?  Yes, and there was a time or two that I even tried to practice on my hand so I would be prepared. (don’t judge….you know you did it too. haha!)

We held our pose about an inch or two from each other’s face for what seemed like an eternity.  Was I supposed to lean in and seal the deal or would he?  Like in the movie “Hitch” where the character Alex Hitchenson played by the ever so handsome Will Smith says, “You lean in 90% and she comes the other 10%.”  Did I miss the fundamental girl code of “don’t make the guy do all the work.” or “you have to lean in some of the way so he at least knows you’re interested.”  Well screw that, I justified, we’ve been dating for 10 months. . . he should know that I want to kiss him.  Without another second for me to over analyze and stress about the scenario I felt his lips press against mine.

Oh snap!

He kissed me, he really kissed me.  For Pete’s sake it was about time.  Wait…are my eyes open?  Oh goodness, aren’t they supposed to be shut? This is so embarrassing.  My eyes darted up to his in a desperate attempt  to see if his were shut….and they were.  I then did what any self-respecting teenage girl would do…I shut my eyes.

Before I could begin to enjoy my first kiss I heard a car engine in the background.  That’s funny…it seemed to be getting closer, I thought.  Our lips pulled away from each other and my eyes opened to see what that noise was.  Figuring it was another high school student, driving around in the parking lot, I was flabbergasted to see a Mitsubishi Eclipse stopped right in front of us.

My mother’s mitsubishi to be exact.
Yes she has impeccable timing.
And I was going to be in some serious trouble.

“I’ll see you at home.”

The tone in her voice sent chills down my spine.  My night turned from sweet bliss to sheer terror in a split second.

Not only was I supposed to be at home already, but my parents ingrained in me that I should NOT be holding hands with boys….and DEFINITELY NOT be kissing them.  They really wanted me to focus on my relationship with God and not fall into sexual temptations that could blur the line of right and wrong.  A little overprotective, maybe…but they are still my parents.

As I drove home I imagined my impending doom.  Should I just not go home?  (Aren’t we so rational as teenagers, haha)  Before I could even shut the front door my father called me to my parents’ room with my mother to talk.  After what seemed like three hours…..okay for those of you who know my father….it probably was three hours.  That man is long winded, haha!

Anyway, I left their room that night in shock over the day’s events.  A smile was permanently plastered on my face because I FINALLY experienced my first kiss.  Which proved to be a needed memory to hang onto while I was grounded for my offense.

And that ladies and gentlemen, was my first kiss ever!

Who was the recipient?

My husband, Sam.

(eat that mom and dad….not really, haha)

Don’t you wish your first kiss could’ve been as spectacular as mine? haha!

Go big or Go home.