The First Kiss- A Follow-up Story

Zilla begged for details in the comments section, and even offered the story of her and Mr. Z's first kiss. So, if everyone promises to play along and comment about your first kiss with your current significant other I will share this story.

I asked her tonight whether she remembered our first kiss, and she said "Oh yes, of course I do"...which has to make a guy feel good. But then she qualified it, "I remembered it because it was so different and better than the last boy I'd been dating."

Alright, at least I'm 'better' that's a plus right?

"Please to explain?"

She remarked that her last boyfriend before me had 'sharp lips' where I apparently had, 'soft lips'. Having never kissed myself I'm taking her word for it.

At the time she was renting the room at a house in Daly City from a guy who did armatures in stop-mo. So we spent most of the time in her room, sort of holed up like college kids in a one room apartment. Dixie took to me instantly, but she was a little jealous of my hanging around the bed area (it really was the only place to sit honestly).

It was evening and she'd made me a wonderful dinner and we were having wine and talking. We talked a LOT back then. There's some legendary stories of our talking for hours on end. Anyway, we were sitting on her bed and she was sitting up, and I was sort of laying down in her lap. I was exhausted after all...long flight, long walk at the beach, long drive back to the house etc.

She claims now that she had to make all the moves because I was just too much of a chicken. But hey, I AM a boy raised in the south, and my Southern gentleman just don't 'make moves' like that unless they are positive. The fact that I'd flown there, was laying in her bed in her apartment in her lap apparently wasn't enough of a clue. I'm also slow. I don't have 'moves'

Shell says I'm 'easy to fall for' which is why she always raises an eyebrow when I have so many young female friends at school. "yes dear all the 22-year olds are soooo hot for me!" I sneer.

At some point she grew tired of my inability to make a 'move' so she leaned over and kissed me. I kissed back. Having spent so much time talking to her in the past 3 months or so, I knew kissing was 'big' for her. I was pretty sure Shell was taking me in stages: good to talk to, dixie likes him, won't be easily tossed to the rocks, knows how to eat with utensils...(kissing was next in the order, but near the top of the list).

Now truth be told, I can (and would) kiss my wife until my lips fell off. She's a great kisser, she can kiss at all the speeds. She's a kiss stylist if you will. To this day we debate which one of us really pursued the other. Maybe it was a little of both. Of course she had me at hello. I think it took a little longer, even passed that kissing. In fact if one must pinpoint it, I think the day she really decided she loved me happened months later.

I think the light in her room had burned out or something and I lifted her on my shoulders so she could reach it. Apparently being able to put a woman on your shoulders is a big deal to women. I think it represents something deeper, protection, power...I don't know. But when I set her back down on the floor she threw her arms around me and started crying. She asked me never to leave her.

Though it would take another 2 weeks for her to say the 'L' word, I think the moment on my shoulders secured my spot in her heart. I'm glad that thus far I've managed to stay there, and I'm not about to leave.

After all she asked me not to.