Yesterday, while bored and whiling away the time at the end of the work day, I decided to fill out a few of those Myspace surveys that annoy everyone, but everyone fills out on occasion anyway. One of the questions was "Where did you first kiss the last person you kissed?" And since the last person I kissed was my boyfriend, it sent me WAYYYYYY back down memory lane...
See, I met my boyfriend way back in highschool, when I was a mere freshman. (Complete with goony braces AND glasses...ick!) At the time, he was dating a girl who rode my school bus, and I had a HUGE crush on one of his friends. By the end of freshman year, I was dating his friend, and had developed a nice friendship with him as well. Fast forward to sophomore year: I finally broke up with the friend for good (after a couple break up/make up moments), finally had my braces off, and developed a huge crush (well let's face it, I always thought he was HOT) on my current beau, who at the time had just broken up with his girlfriend as well. Since we were already friends, and shared a study hall, we'd taken to skipping a few classes a day together and just wandering around the school talking. Well, on one of those days, he finally admitted to thinking I was cute, and I of course told him I liked him too. Which, obviously, led to THE moment. Our eyes connected, while we were sitting on the steps next to the music classrooms. It was spring, and the sun was shining through the windows of the doors at the end of the stairs. He leaned closer... and our lips met for the very first time. He was an incredible kisser (not that I'd had much experience at that time...LOL), and my hands ended up playing with his mohawk as we continued to stay locked at the lips for the remainder of the class period. We "dated" for a month after that...in which time I discovered that his "ex" was preggo with his kid, and my parents had me on permanent lockdown thus hanging out outside of skipping class made any kind of "relationship" difficult, so we parted ways but remained friends. (except for a two year hiatus in which we were mortal enemies....long story). We ended up re-meeting last September and have been attached at the hip ever since.
Yesterday, as we were driving around, I mentioned something to him about that question on the survey, and asked "Do you even remember where we first kissed?" And he replied "Yeah, it was in the hall by the music rooms one day when I convinced you to skip class with me. You were so cute with your short little hair and glasses." I melted. And fell even more in love with him.
