Kerryn WoodImaginary Kisses
October 9th 2007 11:50
Oh No!! A week??? One Week??? We were within one week of being in the same town and therefore being able to finally meet !! I fear I will find out later, but for now I don’t understand why the cosmos is against us meeting. A week? One week!! Seven days is all that separated us from connecting, contacting, meeting and greeting each other. I am so disappointed, bordering in fact on devastation! It really is a shame that we came so close, and yet so far.
When I found out of this ‘almost’ situation, I was overjoyed, over the moon, over excited at the very thought that our paths would cross. I imagined all sorts of scenarios of our ‘first meeting’ - our ‘first sightings’, ‘first hello’s‘, first everything’s - including perhaps a first kiss.
I imagined an arranged meeting between us; you’d meet me at a trendy bar in St Kilda. I would have been nervous beyond comprehension, my girlfriends filling me with supportive words, comfort and alcohol. I would stand outside the bar and spy you out, you wouldn’t detect me. I would send you a fun and flirty text message to be assured it was in fact you sitting there in the corner, beer on the table, you looking around a little nervously too. I watch you as you read the incoming text message, and I see you laugh. Wonderful, I have made him smile and now I am ready. I walk into the bar and make a bee line in your direction. I can already feel my face fill up with heat and blush as you raise your eyes from your phone and meet mine. It’s never felt so right.
We’d talk nervously at first, both of us eager to share with the other our thoughts, our nerves, our expectations. I’d say stupid things and you wouldn’t laugh. I’d feel uneasy and then you’d buy more beer. This wouldn’t last long and soon we’d slip into easy conversation as if we’ve always been friends, but we haven’t seen each other for such a long time. This for the most part, is true.
We would both get tipsy on beer and each other, before we would decide to go somewhere and eat. The weather would be balmy, and you would choose an alfresco setting where we can gaze out onto the bay and hear the seagulls incessant cries. The sight of the ocean, the sounds of the seagulls and the smells from the beach soothe my nerves and seek to calm me, for my heart is still beating like elephant stomps, and I am sure you can both see it and hear it.
We share a meal with conversation and wine, we laugh a lot and decide to let the night linger longer; we go to some live music. I’m like putty in your hands and if you say that’s a good band, I’ll believe you, trust you and be right at your side. We can be like that though, we’ve had several years of getting to know each other‘s trustworthiness, and I know I can totally and absolutely trust in and rely on you. I wonder if other people will find that strange.
We go to another pub in St Kilda and you find somewhere to stand to watch the live entertainment. The one thing about live music is that usually it is so loud, any conversation is impossible. Instead, talk is replaced with meaningless mouthing’s at each other, stupid gesticulations resembling the mad shooing of flies from your face and the occasionally yells of ’WHAT?? I CAN’T HEAR YOU???” While I welcome the break, at the same time, thoughts of another kind creep out from under their covers and begin to surge freely in my brain. And soon, it becomes evident that the same thoughts are on your mind; you quickly point to the door, and you suggest we ditch this joint and go back to your place.
I am overjoyed, but I play it oh so cool, and oh so coy. We walk back along the esplanade and pick up an early conversation. Suddenly, I feel your hand reach out for mine and they fit easily into each other. I want to scream for joy, jump and touch the moon, my insides turn back flips and my smile is immediately obvious. I dare to look at you and discover you are already beaming down at me. I turn away blushing, it is dark but you laugh and tease me, because you have noticed.
There is a park bench up ahead. You lead me to it and we sit down. I sense something special and amazing is about to happen. I know I am about to have my first kiss with you. I wonder if you have imagined this moment as many times as I have in the past. I wonder if your heart is pounding through your chest like mine is. I wonder if your kiss will be as soft as I had dreamed.
I break the silence. “This is beautiful isn’t it?” I say of the marina and her bevy of boats, bathed in the soft glow of a full moon, rocking gently on the water sending the soft sounds of the sea licking at the jetty.
“No, “ you answer, “You’re beautiful” you say, and you lean down into me and we kiss.
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Thanks for sharing with a stressed out genius.
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cool....
and um, you're welcome, thanks for the nice comments....always glad to share...
Kerryn
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