soul meets soul on lovers' lips - a kissable MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Well, this is one of the MMPs that makes me wish I were15 years younger…

Another thing making me wish I were younger is the superbly-beautiful hot weather we are having right now. It’s the last hurrah of summer, a hot dry smoggy day that feels like California to me. The streets are filled with beautiful women.

But there’s a hint of sadness about it: the linden trees are turning and we are all-too-aware of the coming cold. It was frosty a week ago up north, crunchy frozen water in the puddles and everything.

Soon the cafes will be closed.

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Whew! I’m finally here and caught up!

First kisses… what a great topic! Kinda steamy around here for a Monday though!

My first kiss was when I was 15 at the end of 9th grade. First boyfriend and we’d been dating for a couple weeks. He’d been over at my house and I went out to his car with him to say 'bye and he kissed me, really sweetly and gently. Then a couple weeks after that we had our first open-mouthed kiss and YOWZA that rocked my world. :smiley:

Crazy busy day here and it looks like it’s going to be that way thru Wed! Ugh. Back to work.

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What a great memoir for the OP, Haze! It made me feel like I’d been stuffed with warm cotton balls. Or something equally as fuzzy.

Hmm… my first kiss? It was in my Sophomore year of high school, with The Ex, on Friday the 13th. (So fitting for that relationship. I think it began its downward spiral not long after that.) Not much else to say about it; it was nice, nothing particularly memorable though.

Now, first kiss with the ever-absent-from-the-Dope Celloguy? Much better story to that! Telling it also allows me to embarrass him with it, and (maybe?) prod him into stopping by here again. All the better reasons to share:

It was about 1:30am, November 14th. We were outside; we’d been wandering around campus for a couple hours, looking at the stars from the bridge and eventually meandering over to the arboretum. We found a park bench that faced into a little stand of trees, beyond which one could catch glimpses of a pond and the clock tower, and we sat down there, huddling together for warmth. We talked for a while, stayed silent for a while… Letting the tension build up, perhaps… And then finally he turns to me, and says, “You know, we’re sitting here alone… There’s a full moon out tonight… Seems like the perfect time for me to ask if I can kiss you.” I think I about melted into the ground. For some reason, just the whole gentlemanliness of asking seemed, to me, to be the most romantic gesture possible. (Mind you, Ali doesn’t tend to ask like that anymore… :stuck_out_tongue: )

snowbunny, your comment about “sex from winter” has officially made my evening. :smiley: Maybe we should refer to you as “‘sex from winter’ rabbit” from now on…

Hi there, Hooch! That monicker reminds me of that one Tom Hanks movie, “Turner and Hooch”, I think? I remember I watched it when I was really young and it turned me into a sobbing wreck.

So. I’m here, but not for long – I’m back at college again, a Sophomore this time (and sharing a lovely two-floor on-campus apartment with two of my best friends and, Thursday evening through Monday morning, Ali; so much better than living in the dorms!), and getting absolutely swamped with schoolwork. My professors, I think, have collaborated together, determining that this week shall be the official Swamp Meli With Two 5-Page Papers, One Quiz, One Test and Nearly A Dozen Readings Week. Ah, fiddletegibbit.

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Oh, my. Are you anywhere near the Grand Tetons? Perhaps you should start dating, dear… :smiley:

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Hi there. I’m normally not a MMP poster, but I do read them. The kiss story made me fondly remember my first kiss from my husband.

Technically, we met via “teh internets”, but our first official meeting happened at an airport on New Year’s eve. All day, during work, I had argued with myself inside my head…Do I kiss him when we see each other…do I wave hello…say hi…peck on the cheek…a hug…what the hell should I do? Conversations since that night have revealed that he was thinking much the same thing on his flight down.
I sneaked in the side door of the airport by the curbside check-in, so I could get a good look at him before we actually had to initiate any sort of communication. He sat facing the window, though, so he caught my reflection in it and turned around…

At that point my mind hazes, and everything else comes in flashesblinkdistance closedblinkarms aroundblinklips meetblinkstars.lights.breathless. It was the first time in my life I think I was actually afraid I would pass out (Swoon, as my grandma would say). If he hadn’t been holding me up, my legs would have buckled, and I did have to sit down for a minute afterwards.
To this day, I can think about that kiss and get that twinge-y little ache in the pit of my stomach, needing him. He just not so far away now, so I generally get instant gratification.

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Yeah, I do need to start dating. And I wish I was better at silly board flirting, but thanks guys, you make me feel warm fuzzies…

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Yes, it’s the simple, small human contact that I miss. The friendly touch that says someone knows you’re there, and cares.

This actually has me looking forward to winter. :slight_smile:

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Much craziness at work. And thunderstorms. Now go home. Hungry. Verbs gone. Pronouns missing too.

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So what is a snowstorm, then? :dubious:

Kiss stories give me fuzzies and tinglies all at once. Tee hee.

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Pssst: you don’t always get that in a relationship–which is far lonelier than not getting it and being alone. (not that we’re competing in the Misery Stakes here).

a blizzard would equal an orgy, of course. Duh!
Off to see if #2 son wants really wants to play the cello. He says so, but now he gets to try one out.

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Exactly, Sunspace.

The fact that I’m thinking about this is a good thing, though, since I went through an extremely sad breakup at the beginning of the year. So I guess I’m finally ready to start considering men again. Unfortunately, I have to dress kinda grubby at work, which sucks when the really way cute guy like the one on Friday with the sweet older doggy comes in and I look like hell because I’m wearing my grubby jeans and a shirt that’s main virtue was that it was clean earlier that day and I’ve been scrubbing various surfaces around the shop for the previous two hours. Oh well. I bet he’ll be back sometime and maybe I’ll not chicken out of getting his name.

Oh well. IT SNOWED!!! Or almost. Not far above me, anyway. Around me. I’m sure in a few months I will be ready for it to go away for awhile, but right now, it’s good.

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If anyone is passing out new boyfriends, all you gals (and a few guys ;)) get in line BEHIND ME! Talk about your dry spells - how does 15 years sound to you people!?!?!?! :eek:

Memorable kisses, hmmmm.
I can’t recall any that shook my soul, but there have been a few memorable ones. Like atop the Empire State Building one August evening, I was rambling on about something a friend and I had done, and my date kissed me in mid ramble - it was a good enough kiss to distract me from my train of thought.
Then there was the Surprise! kiss in the elevator at a convention I was attending. The guy and I were just talking, on our way to the hospitality suite, and Surprise! I won’t go into details because things got a little kinky after that, but it was definitely memorable.
One of the nicest kisses was a New Years kiss from The Asshat[sup]TM[/sup] before he became an asshat, it was slow and gentle and deep. Very nice indeed.
>sigh<
damned dry spell

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Evening, all. Great OP, Haze! Let’s see, the first kiss with my husband…well, it was perfect. It was cold outside and our lips kind of froze together on contact but still, perfect. And all of the subsequent ones have been very, very nice as well.

It was a good weekend. Got my cleaning, laundry and grocery shopping done. Went to my mom’s and hooked up her DVD player, also brought her a loaf of homemade pepperoni bread. Went out to dinner with a friend Saturday night but came home early enough to hang out at home with the husband and Tiger Woods (new sports game for X-Box). Oh! And we got free Cinnabuns, we walked past the store just as they were closing and offered us the day’s leftovers since they can’t resell them, of course. Score!

Gotpasswords, oh no! I hope you are feeling better by now.
VunderBob, good luck with VunderWife’s knee replacement. The 15th of October is a good day (husband’s birthday). Couldn’t have chosen a better one! :smiley:

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Does not make sense. :smiley: Too hot! Turn autumn back on again, dammit!

Now!

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pounces whiterabbit

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::sigh:: So many romantic stories.

My life suffers from a distinct lack of romance. I figure it’ll happen if it’s meant to be. I’ve got plenty to keep me busy and content right now and trying to fit another person in my life seems like an awful lot of work.

Hope FCD’s surgery went well.

Yay on the surgery date, Bobbio!

Hi meli! Nice to see you stop by. And hi to all the people who are new or returning…

Tired. Need to crawl into bed early. Done with antibiotics, so I’m hoping I’ll feel more energetic again soon.

Back later, maybe…

GT

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Pretty much like my life. But that’s another thread.

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This should be an easy post, I’ve only kissed three people.

My first kiss, I was 19. It was a college party. This girl was not very attractive and I was trying to avoid her, but I was also trying to hang out with my friends who didn’t really want to leave. By the time we were all ready to leave I was awkwardly excusing myself when she darted in and started kissing me. She was pretty good and I was pretty drunk so we made out for a bit. I don’t regret it, I learned that doing some things make a girl go “oohhh” on my first night, so that’s a decent start. I have no clue what her name is and I never saw her again.

The second girl I met while playing some pick up soccer games. She was pretty cute and I hung out at her place a couple times in between classes. One night I was watching a movie at her place and was going to meet some friends afterwards. Now I’m very introverted so going in for the kiss as she walked me out seemed like a super brave thing. We made out maybe a dozen more times, but we didn’t have much in common and she was a god awful kisser. I don’t know if she was trying to tell me to get lost in the most roundabout way ever, but she had no skills.

The third girl ended up being my girlfriend for a little over a year. A fair amount of my posts have involved her in someway. We had met the day I moved into my apartment my junior year. She’s good friends with my best friend’s then girlfriend. We often talked until 4 in the morning at a time neither of us claimed to have feelings for the other. I tutored her in physics, in her room, alone, on her bed.

Eventually she realized I’m a total stud (check user name) and laid the flirting on pretty thick. Now I’m not a very perceptive guy, but even I knew what she was going for. After like two weeks of deflecting her advances we were on her bed, I’m not sure what we were talking about. A thinly veiled request for me to kiss her, no doubt. Anyway, we’re there on her bed, she’s laying on her back, I’m on my side, propped on my elbow, and I shift my weight to kiss her, half way in I change my mind and sit up instead. She started cracking up because she thought that I was going to do it. So I said to myself “fuck it” and leaned in and kissed her very lightly. I thought it was the least smooth thing ever so I started to explain how dumb it was. I say “That was…” and she finishes “worth it.”

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#2 son is all signed up for a half-sized cello. Am watching the War.

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Okay, so apparently I am a complete and utter loser when it comes to editing my posts. Phrases that sound off to me, I catch and manage to correct – but I type the actual date of the first kiss with Ali wrong and don’t manage to catch that at all! slaps herself up thoroughly

It was November TENTH. Not the fourteenth. TENTH–10TH. One, zero. Og, I suck.

Oh, and thanks for the greeting, GT!