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.