editors note: i have a great brand new letter that needs to be written…and i had all these grand plans to do just that this morning. however, it is 28 degrees, and not a cloud in the sky. so im going to ski instead. this is my 3rd ever letter and had like 17 viewers though, i figured id give it another chance. if you have already read it, sorry. but it’s my blog, and i can do what i want. including writing in all lowercase letters. deal with it.
It was over 20 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. Tucked away into the hills of a small town New England State (can’t give away my anonymity quite yet), I was a 9 year old kid who received his first kiss from the cutest 12 year old this side of the Mississippi. Granted, I made it entirely awkward by turning to the side and I think half of your lips were on my cheek, the other half on my ear, but you have to cut me a break…I was 9, and I was being held up to you against my will by my bunkmates.
I believe it was during those thirty minutes after evening activity was over (capture the flag, perhaps?), back in the days of overnight camp when boys and girls could still socialize without having to worry about some kind of parental complaints. Though to be completely honest, there is no way I was actually socializing with you – A. you were a girl & I was (still am) a boy (well, almost a man) B. I was 9 & you were 12 C. you were cute & I was somehow the most awkward looking 9 year old who didn’t have braces, probably due to my bowl cut and freckles…and a face that reminded many of Paul from The Wonder Years.
But my bunkmates forced the relevant information out of me; and by forced I mean they probably asked me who I was going to ask to banquet. My immediate response was “no one,” but after a couple older boys told me I couldn’t go alone, my next response was you, Carolyn. So they convinced my to ask you, right then and there. I walked over to you, and like out of a movie you were somehow sitting alone on your cabin steps, which of course made it far easier for me to talk to you (and way too hard to back out). Somehow I stumbled up the courage, or fear of more torture from my entourage who was right behind me, and here’s how I’d like remember the conversation transpiring,
Me: Would you like to go to banquet with me?
You: Awww, you are too sweet…but I’m already going with the best athlete and cutest guy at camp. If you had asked me first though, I totally would’ve gone with you.
This is probably how the conversation went,
Me: Um, hey…I’m XXXXX, oh yeah, we are on the same tennis court, you know that. Um, I know you probably don’t want to, but um, I need a date to the banquet and uh….
You: Oh, no. Thanks though.
I turned to walk away, quickly. Some idiot ‘friend’ of mine shouted, “he wants a kiss too!” You were too sweet, you should’ve just laughed it off…but you told me to turn around, which some of my friends did for me by grabbing hold of my arms. That’s when you went in to kiss me on the cheek, and I turned and you got some ear. There is almost nothing I regret about that night, Carolyn, except not turning the other way. If I had done that, perhaps you would’ve felt the chemistry that I knew was there between us when our lips connected…or more likely you would’ve slapped me in the face. Either way, at least I would remember my first kiss a little more successfully. Anyway, that’s enough for now. Hope this letter finds you well…and maybe still single?
I shall forever remember your lips upon my ear,
*Hitch (not a huge fan of this movie, but it fits)