Kiss Me Deadly

Big Ole' Jed Had a Light On - Man, I was singing this Leta Ford Classic in my head just this morning and realized it's "Kiss Me Deadly," not, "gently."

Okay, I'll admit I have a love of Leta Ford so how could I not go with that for a title.

Seriously, 10 years ago today I kissed a very sweet young man for the very first time.

I've already retold the story of our first kiss in The Magic and pretty much covered a few other details of our first date in To All the Boys I've Loved Before.

I know there are a lot more details about that day that I've left out. Like the fact that even though it was August in New Orleans the sky was a beautiful bright blue and you could feel the promise of fall in the air.

It's probably the only date I wasn't nervous about because I didn't know it was a date.

Which happens when the gentleman tells you he invited another girl, but she backed out.

I know, why did I say yes right?

Well, S and I were friends so I didn't really care that he didn't see me in "that way." I'd written him off as a romantic interest months before and figured we were just buds.

It's the only first kiss that I can remember.

That I can actually say, "Our first kiss was on August 18, 1994." It's also the only first date that I can pinpoint that way.

I remember other vague details. The misting tent that was awesome because August in New Orleans is hot. The misting tent that I kept going back to because S would pull me close to him, grab my ass and slowly slide his thumb across my nipple. Which isn't really my memory as S remembers it better than I do, but it sure does sound like something I'd keep going back for.

I also remember taking a break in the shade to sit down and listen to the music. With S's head in my lap, me stroking his hair and realizing he'd fallen asleep in my lap. I remember checking him out while he slept, thinking, "Mayn! He's CUTE!" and deciding against leaning down to kiss him because it would wake him up.

When the day ended, S drove me back to my house and while we were stopped at a red light he looked over at me. I was giving him a goofy look and then I reached over, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to me for a long, slow kiss.

And that was that.

That's how the date ended. I never saw or heard from him again.

Until I called him ten years later.

And you know what?

His kisses are still as sweet as I remember them.