First Kisses
It's night and it's just about the new year. The show on the boob toob is terrible, but that's ok because the company is perfect. My girlfriend of three month and I are spending the new year with eachother, and I'm wondering why she keeps giving me the eye. *you know what I'm talking about ladies*
She keeps tickling me doing her best to make some physical contact, and despite the fact that I HATE being tickled I"m ok with it. What guy doesn't like a little physical contact with the opposite sex? *gay people need not comment here* I get the feeling that she's doing her best, which honestly isn't very good, to hint that it's the time for the all important first kiss.
As the night drags on and the time to celebrate the new year looms closer, I realize that I don't want our first kiss to be based on a cheesy tradition. My mind is made up before the ball even considers dropping, and the verdict?. . . . . . . . I'm gonna hold out and really make her want it.
So the new year comes and goes, as does the look of expectation on her face. The time seems to be running like molases at this point as I do my very best to hold out. Finally my ability withhold my manly urges breaks and I make my move.
I move in and there's no question in her mind what my intentions are. I hold my breath with expection of all the things that come with a great first kiss. The rush, the exileration and the great feeling of locking lips with someone of the opposite sex. I think it all must have passed me by. The kiss ends up as more of a quick peck that is more like a meer blip on the face of the night that's not worth mentioning. My expectations could not have been more shattered. . . . . or so I thought. At that moment in time she decided to develop a smart mouth, and a quick wit and comes at me with "about time".
I dare say, worst first kiss ever.
She keeps tickling me doing her best to make some physical contact, and despite the fact that I HATE being tickled I"m ok with it. What guy doesn't like a little physical contact with the opposite sex? *gay people need not comment here* I get the feeling that she's doing her best, which honestly isn't very good, to hint that it's the time for the all important first kiss.
As the night drags on and the time to celebrate the new year looms closer, I realize that I don't want our first kiss to be based on a cheesy tradition. My mind is made up before the ball even considers dropping, and the verdict?. . . . . . . . I'm gonna hold out and really make her want it.
So the new year comes and goes, as does the look of expectation on her face. The time seems to be running like molases at this point as I do my very best to hold out. Finally my ability withhold my manly urges breaks and I make my move.
I move in and there's no question in her mind what my intentions are. I hold my breath with expection of all the things that come with a great first kiss. The rush, the exileration and the great feeling of locking lips with someone of the opposite sex. I think it all must have passed me by. The kiss ends up as more of a quick peck that is more like a meer blip on the face of the night that's not worth mentioning. My expectations could not have been more shattered. . . . . or so I thought. At that moment in time she decided to develop a smart mouth, and a quick wit and comes at me with "about time".
I dare say, worst first kiss ever.
posted by Erich Tabert at 8:41 PM
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