Every girl wants that first kiss to be magical. The moon is full, the stars are aligned, and Prince Charming is standing in front of you. A light breeze blows your hair softly back from your face as he reaches up to hold your cheek lovingly in his hand. His lips touch yours - just a touch - before he pulls back to look into your eyes. Seeing the stars within, he closes his eyes and dips his head again to press his lips with slightly more pressure against yours, your body being drawn to his magnetically. When he pulls back, being the gentleman that he is, he smiles tenderly at you and gently says, "Good night." He waits on the stoop as you unlock your front door and let yourself in, waving slowly to you before you close the door. The wings on your feet carry you upstairs to your bed where you know you will dream about that life-changing kiss.
Unfortunately, the reality is nothing like the fantasy. Most men aren't Prince Charming. Heck, most men aren't even Duke Tolerable. They are fumbling, bumbling idiots. Romantic gestures and tender moments are lost on them.
Some will just rush in and try to force a kiss on you, whether you want them to or not. With one of my dates, I just kept backing up until I was pinned against my car door. I had hoped he would take the hint that I didn't want him to kiss me.
Some men will try to kiss you at the wrong time. I had one date who tried to kiss me 10 minutes after meeting him. He wanted to kick the tires, so to speak, and see if there was any reason to continue. After 10 minutes, it's just not there for me, so it won't be in my kiss, y'know?
There are men who will ask if you want them to kiss you. Mood killer, anyone?
And then there are the men who are such pansies that they won't even kiss you at all. I went out with one guy who asked beforehand (online) if he could kiss me on our date. I told him I would probably like that (we had great rapport online). When the date ended and it came time - nothing!
And then I had my last first kiss. I still get a bit emotional, just thinking about it. We met online and hit it off right away. Since he was so amazing (and interested in me) I was sure he was a scammer. I just knew he was going to cancel on me. When he actually showed up, I was quite surprised! And it only got better from there.
We played mini-golf, having a fabulous time through the entire course. When we arrived at the 18th hole, he asked if I was ready to call it a night or if I wanted to play another round. Since I was enjoying his company so much, I agreed to another round. After completing the course again, we found that neither of us wanted the evening to end, so we agreed to dinner. Dinner was spectacular, and the food was pretty good, too. Still not ready to part at the end of the meal, we went to the nearby chocolate shop for some truffles and hot cocoa. When we finally looked away from each other for a moment, we realized that the young women behind the counter were trying to close up for the night, so we quickly left, thanking them for being patient with us.
We had parked side by side in the mall parking garage, so we walked back to our vehicles together. I stood at the end of my silver-blue sedan while he leaned against the end of his white Jeep, the conversation still working it's magic between us.
Amidst the chatter, my inner monologue was going crazy. Is he going to kiss me? Is he not? I really want him to kiss me. Do I tell him? Is he going to? He's so amazing - I've never wanted a man to kiss me this badly before. Should I walk over there to make it easier for him?
As if he had read my thoughts, he strode toward me, silently, purposefully. The masculinity with which he had approached me was exciting and sexy. A small electric thrill raced up my spine, knowing that he was going to kiss me. When he reached me, he slowed, giving me time to tip my head to allow him to reach down to touch my lips with his own. The contact brought a mixture of relief and excitement. He was gentle and romantic, slow and sweet.
To my utter horror and complete elation, he stepped back after three innocent kisses, saying that he wanted to stop there before we reached a point where we couldn't stop. By doing so, he let me know that he did want more from me (which was flattering) but that he didn't want to rush things (which proved to me that he's the kind of man I want).
This was a few weeks ago. Since then, we've shared a number of kisses. In fact, we're planning on spending the rest of our lives together. I am exquisitely pleased that I will forever have the memory of that moment as my last first kiss.
Unfortunately, the reality is nothing like the fantasy. Most men aren't Prince Charming. Heck, most men aren't even Duke Tolerable. They are fumbling, bumbling idiots. Romantic gestures and tender moments are lost on them.
Some will just rush in and try to force a kiss on you, whether you want them to or not. With one of my dates, I just kept backing up until I was pinned against my car door. I had hoped he would take the hint that I didn't want him to kiss me.
Some men will try to kiss you at the wrong time. I had one date who tried to kiss me 10 minutes after meeting him. He wanted to kick the tires, so to speak, and see if there was any reason to continue. After 10 minutes, it's just not there for me, so it won't be in my kiss, y'know?
There are men who will ask if you want them to kiss you. Mood killer, anyone?
And then there are the men who are such pansies that they won't even kiss you at all. I went out with one guy who asked beforehand (online) if he could kiss me on our date. I told him I would probably like that (we had great rapport online). When the date ended and it came time - nothing!
And then I had my last first kiss. I still get a bit emotional, just thinking about it. We met online and hit it off right away. Since he was so amazing (and interested in me) I was sure he was a scammer. I just knew he was going to cancel on me. When he actually showed up, I was quite surprised! And it only got better from there.
We played mini-golf, having a fabulous time through the entire course. When we arrived at the 18th hole, he asked if I was ready to call it a night or if I wanted to play another round. Since I was enjoying his company so much, I agreed to another round. After completing the course again, we found that neither of us wanted the evening to end, so we agreed to dinner. Dinner was spectacular, and the food was pretty good, too. Still not ready to part at the end of the meal, we went to the nearby chocolate shop for some truffles and hot cocoa. When we finally looked away from each other for a moment, we realized that the young women behind the counter were trying to close up for the night, so we quickly left, thanking them for being patient with us.
We had parked side by side in the mall parking garage, so we walked back to our vehicles together. I stood at the end of my silver-blue sedan while he leaned against the end of his white Jeep, the conversation still working it's magic between us.
Amidst the chatter, my inner monologue was going crazy. Is he going to kiss me? Is he not? I really want him to kiss me. Do I tell him? Is he going to? He's so amazing - I've never wanted a man to kiss me this badly before. Should I walk over there to make it easier for him?
As if he had read my thoughts, he strode toward me, silently, purposefully. The masculinity with which he had approached me was exciting and sexy. A small electric thrill raced up my spine, knowing that he was going to kiss me. When he reached me, he slowed, giving me time to tip my head to allow him to reach down to touch my lips with his own. The contact brought a mixture of relief and excitement. He was gentle and romantic, slow and sweet.
To my utter horror and complete elation, he stepped back after three innocent kisses, saying that he wanted to stop there before we reached a point where we couldn't stop. By doing so, he let me know that he did want more from me (which was flattering) but that he didn't want to rush things (which proved to me that he's the kind of man I want).
This was a few weeks ago. Since then, we've shared a number of kisses. In fact, we're planning on spending the rest of our lives together. I am exquisitely pleased that I will forever have the memory of that moment as my last first kiss.
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