Last First Kiss

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Have you ever been driving down the road in your car, by yourself, let’s say a fairly long commute and get to thinking?  I hope it’s not just me!

Recently on my commute either to or from school (can’t remember which) I started thinking about last first kisses.  When this idea popped in to my head, I was taken back to the movie Hitch with Will Smith.  You know, the one where he is a relationship coach.

Then I got to thinking about this clip right here.

“Jiggling the keys,” postponing the inevitable leave that you know will happen at the end of the date. I’ve been on dates where I really didn’t want to kiss the guy at the end of the night and didn’t.  He just didn’t do it for me apparently.  Then I’ve been on dates where if a kiss happened, well it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world I guess.  Now one thing to know about me, that my matron of honor pointed out at my wedding, is the fact that very seldom was I ever in short term relationships.  Sometimes I was tied up in the long term even if I wasn’t really wanting to be.

Change is hard sometimes and unfortunately that’s why I think I stayed around.  I come from a fairly small town (small being a relative word here).  Funny thing about that though is only once have two guys I dated been from the same town.  I kind of steered clear of my hometown, partially to avoid the drama I guess.  You know what Miranda Lambert says, everyone knows your business in a small town.

I’ve mentioned many times that my husband and I were friends in high school, but even though he asked me on a date, we never went on one and I never kissed him.

July 25, 2009 was our first official date. I had just come out of a hard relationship and I wasn’t in the mood to date anyone at the time. In fact, the furthest thing from my mind was dating. I found hubby on facebook one night and after chatting back and forth he said we should grab a drink sometime and catch up. I hadn’t been on a first date in 5 1/2 years so to say I was a bit nervous would be a bit of an understatement.  It was a scary thought.  At that time I was involved in a group of friends who we had monthly dinners and referred to ourselves as Dinner club.

I thought this would be the most opportune time to invite him. If things didn’t work out so well, the most I’d be around him was the drive to and from dinner, otherwise, I could ditch him. What can I say, I was nervous. I might be one who tries to have a back up plan although lately I swear that isn’t even an option, but that’s beside the point of this blog post.

The point is I gave him a chance. It was a hard and scary chance, but I did it. After dinner was over and I got done dragging him to the mall (only because it was Evelyn’s idea) we went to my friend J&B’s house where I proceeded to make a memorable impression on him and then finally around 1am we decided to head home. (nice run on sentence)

So we got to his mom’s house (remember he was living in KY at the time) and I went to drop him off, but we stayed in my car and chatted for a little over an hour.  By 3am I realized if I didn’t go home, I’d be exhausted the next day so I finally said I should go.  I lingered as long as I could. For some reason, I don’t remember now, I wound up getting out of the car. Being the middle of July you wouldn’t think it would be chilly, but that night there was a nip in the air so I had my arms wrapped around myself trying to keep warm. He was standing next to me but finally wrapped his arms around me to give me more heat.

At this point I really needed to go, but I was doing what Hitch told Albert girls do, I was waiting. Holding on hoping that they’ll get their last, first kiss. What’s so funny is hubby knew my past relationship debacle and was trying to give me the space that I wanted. I kind of lost all hope for that night when he finally planted a kiss on me.

That kiss was butterfly induced, giddiness, excitedness, heart doing flip flops kind of kiss.  Funny enough, it was brief but it was enough to know this guy was different.  Obviously, I went on to marry him a little over a year later :).

So for anyone out there who has experienced that last first kiss, was it magical?  For those of you who haven’t yet, I promise there is someone out there, your Albert is waiting for you! 🙂  And not saying my husband is the Albert in this movie, but I’m also saying, never write the Albert’s off in your life, they just might be the one!

I promise, this guy here does exist!

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6 thoughts on “Last First Kiss

  1. I met my husband when i was drunk so i do not remember our first kiss (through a friend) but i do remember the first time he called me.

    I worked late so was a night owl and he is an early bird (we are still the same way now). He called me @ 10 am a day and a half later and although i was happy to talk to him i remember telling my roommate who the heck calls so early in the am lol.

    Neither of us were looking for anything, we had both been burned recently so we were just going to be friends. We started hanging out all the time and even though i consider our anniversary when we met because we were cuddly and stuff he never actually asked me out until a month later.

    Obviously your 5 year relationship was not a good one if you did not get married but married your husband a year later, that tells ya something right there!!! I love success stories 🙂

  2. sounds to me like you both were just ready to start your life's journey together. Maybe if you had me sooner, you were not the people you were that night. If that makes sense. Long story short , perfect timing and the perfect person for your last first kiss

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