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Wednesday, October 04, 2006

An Occasion | Colin Maynes, First Kiss

Have you ever heard the joke "Every ten seconds someone thinks about Abraham Lincoln? Well now you will." I had heard this joke while I was on the date where I recieved my first kiss.

The date started like most other during that time of my life, as a joke. I had subscribed to the Fight Club mentality for women that being "We are a generation of men raised by women, we have no war no great depression, I don't think another woman is really going to solve our problems" Simply put, I didn't want to complicate my life.

I had asked out the head cheerleader out on a dare and she had actually accepted my invitation to -- The Junior Prom. I though she would have thought of some creative way to say no and insult me(as I had done to her once or twice). But, she said yes and we had wonderful date: dressing eachother at the D.I., going to the Hogal Zoo in our transexual outfits, and dinner at Cafe Madrid. And, finally the dance, pictures, and after party.

Prior to this I had never kissed a girl, it had never even been anything I wanted. I drove to her house with a mix of Atreyu, Goldfinger, and Bush serenading us. I said good night from the driver seat, she asked me if I would walk her to the door. I didn't want to get cold outside but what could I do, she had afterall said yes to me. I walked her to the door and wished her well, promising to call her soon. She said good night in a sultry voice that makes your heart crunch into a tiny ball and jump into your throat. Her eyes looked into mine and I could see the reflection of my dyed and punked out hair in her light green pupils. I couldn't move. I couldn't run, breath, or think. Have you ever seen 2001 Space Odyssey? This was like that moment when Kubrick made all the lights and colors move past you in the first person. That's what this was like except I couldn't fast forward to the good part. Our lips touched and stereotyes were destroyed and only her sweet lips existed.

I got back into my car and turned down the music, I wanted to lock this moment away forever. When all of a sudden a joke I had heard earlier that day jumped into my head and I couldn't stop thinking about Abraham Lincoln.

1 Comments:

Blogger Dany said...

I'll never look at Abraham Lincoln the same way thanks to you.

10:57 PM, October 04, 2006  

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