first kiss

okay, first of all, it wasn't planned.

i was, as with everything, really really uncertain- where was it all going? i wasn't sure, i was leaving everything on autopilot or something. and so, as with most things, it was she who took the initiative. as we were about to part, at the corner of the garage of her house, mere footsteps away from the bottom of the stairway, she pulled off her cap (a maneuver, it turns out). and, standing there, looking at me (with what my ewa beach grandma calls "soft eyes"), she said, "you can kiss me, you know."

and, of course, like the googoo puppy dog that i am, i did. i do everything on demand. and, according to her, i did it well.

as for me, well, i had never actually kissed ANYONE full on the lips before (honest to gods truth, they should have made a movie out about me, starring that guy from "the office"), and it was really surprising how soft it was. later, stuttering to myself, i insisted that it was like bubble gum (and now, despite the imprecision and connotations, i still think it was the best way to describe it).

soft.