Ya'll Are All BAD BAD BAD....

~laffin~ Considering I do not have a love life....I have a very good wonderful kiss story.

It was a dark and stormy night......eerrrmmm....no I think that is how a bad Harlequin romance story starts.

It would have been in February 1996. I would have been 33 years old and just months away from graduating from college. When my divorce happened, I was able to go to college. I was able to get my BA in 3 years. By doing that, I worked my proverbial tail off and took classes that pertained to my major and classes that would help that major. No room for fun because I had to get it done and get out of there. My last semester I was stuck with three 8:00 am classes and two night classes. I was driving about 75 miles to school and 75 miles from school. This schedule left a gap in my afternoons with nothing to do but study. My advisor told me that I needed a class in the afternoons that I could just do and not have to think about. That is how I ended up in art class. Now, for those of you that know me, I am a crafter. I am not an artist. This class allowed you to pick 6 different mediums to work in and to turn in for a grade. I loved the class and wished that I had taken some classes like it earlier. It allowed me to have a place to go in the afternoons and study or work on projects. It also allowed me to be close to artist types. I adore people like that and enjoyed being in their company. There were several different rooms that people worked in and no one minded who came and went.

I was working in the clay room. Smashing, rolling and making my clay warm and pliable when I realized that someone kept walking back and forth by the door. I looked up and saw a beautiful young man with long blonde hair. I am a sucker for men with pretty long hair. He smiled...I smiled....and then I went back to work. He walked back past the door....He smiled...I smiled...Then I went back to work. It took about 5 times of him doing that before it dawned on me that HE WAS FLIRTING WITH ME!! I guess that it had been so long since I had been flirted with that I forgot how it actually worked and did not recognize it when I saw it. He eventually came into the room and sat across from me and we talked. And talked. And talked. He was 20 years old and working on his degree. He was an assistant for one of the art teachers. He told me about his life and his art. He never asked my age. It was a sweet afternoon. It came time for me to leave and he walked outside with me. It was still very cold and it had turned windy. I was wearing a jacket that had a light hood attached. The hood had gotten tangled up inside of itself. He said, "Wait just a minute and let me fix that.". I turned to face him and his hands reached out on either side of my head and he straightened the hood. Then, he placed his hands gently on either side of my face and leaned in and kissed me. I melted into a kiss that I was not expecting. The wind blew his hair around me and I felt hidden in a secret place. His lips were so soft and the kiss was so sweet. It was a movie perfect kiss. I felt like, for one split second, time stood still and we were the only two people in the world. He then stepped back and smiled at me and we turned and went our separate ways. I never saw him again.

I had never in my entire life been kissed like that. I have also never been kissed like that since.

Comments

  1. It was one of those times that I did not feel like a *Mom*.

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  2. Oh, what a beautiful story, beautifully told.

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  3. He has your shoe and is still trying it on all the wicked stepsisters. Keep waiting and molding that clay...

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  4. oh Mindy - that's beautiful. So beautiful.

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  5. How lovely and sweet.

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  6. [applause]

    A sweet story, well told.

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  7. I am blown away. My hand went to my chest and I got all aflutter. Holy cow! What a moment!

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  8. That was a wonderful story, and just out of curiuosity whats so wrong with being a *Mom*?

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  9. Gator...I never once said that there was anything at all wrong with being a mom now did I? Someday you will understand. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings with the post.

    Janet, thank you so much...I loved what you said.

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  10. Mindy, what a thrilling story! Thanks for telling it to us.

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  11. You did not hurt my feelings, I guess I should have put it like this ~puzzled~ What do you mean you didn't feel like a mom? Was it that butterflies in your stomach, you don't want this moment to go away, you bat your eyes and turn your head a bit kind of feeling? Like that?

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  12. Oh my gosh, Mindy - unbelievable movie moment in real time. I wonder if that sweet, long-haired, blonde-headed guy is still walking around making wimmin foke feel all fluttery and desirable? And if he is, hopefully his wife doesn't mind. =o) That is a GREAT story, and we're ALL jealous.

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  13. OK, apparently I am the only GUY who read or is willing to comment on the story. Yeah, it's way cool. I wish that kind of story could be told about me. But I got married while still a child (OK, almost 21) and, somehow, I just don't think it would be right for me to have done that to anyone but my wife.
    Here's my question for you: how long did it take before you started your car?

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