Confessions of Jersey Girl

It’s not very often that couples get to re-live their first kiss over again.  I’m one of the lucky ones.  I got a second first kiss.  It’s well after midnight as i’m sitting here typing this, and i’m only doing it now because I was laying here drifting off to sleep and for some reason, my mind wandered to first kisses and I was like “CRAP!  What was mine?”  I mean, I remember my very first kiss ever… it was a pretty wretched experience if you ask me.  I don’t remember my first kiss ever with Matt.  Sad, I know… but it was a long time ago and a lot of gaps in our relationship since then and I just… I don’t remember.

But, our second first kiss?  That, I remember.  It was the night after we went on our date (the one where I drank two bottled of pinot grigio and puked all night, remember?) and we were sitting on the couch just talking.  I remember telling myself to make a mental note about this giddy feeling I had when I realized that this was all REAL.  We were talking about something, probably the future, who knows… when I stopped him mid sentence.  ”So, are you going to kiss me, or what?  It’s been TWO DAYS”.  So he did.

In that moment, my world stopped.   Everything sort of went fuzzy, and I knew. I knew it was him, forever.  I remember that night and how bad my cheeks hurt from smiling.  I remember him laughing at me for stopping in the middle of the conversation to ask for a kiss.  But, when I want something, I get impatient.  I remember kissing him, and putting my hand on his face and feeling him smile.

In 68 days, I get my third first kiss.