The first trick is to breathe.
The rest comes as natural as heavy sighing and lip movements, a collection of a mutual exchange of attraction--or lack thereof.
The first kiss is a ritual: that which opens doors or closes them. As it has been said, the first kiss is important because it determines the second, third and fourth. It is the gate which signals the possibility of a repetition.
In the tradition of a friend who once wrote about his first date encounters in his blog. I would like to push the envelope further and tell you all about those first kisses. Here is a small collection of first kisses I shared with people, note that these are the only ones I have kissed more than twice. All those which I did not write about, I have forgotten or refused to commit to memory. Note that none of the details are changed, however, this is not written in chronological order.
Here we go:
The rest comes as natural as heavy sighing and lip movements, a collection of a mutual exchange of attraction--or lack thereof.
The first kiss is a ritual: that which opens doors or closes them. As it has been said, the first kiss is important because it determines the second, third and fourth. It is the gate which signals the possibility of a repetition.
In the tradition of a friend who once wrote about his first date encounters in his blog. I would like to push the envelope further and tell you all about those first kisses. Here is a small collection of first kisses I shared with people, note that these are the only ones I have kissed more than twice. All those which I did not write about, I have forgotten or refused to commit to memory. Note that none of the details are changed, however, this is not written in chronological order.
Here we go:
(1) It was 4am on a February morning. I had promised to kiss him the night before, if he arrived on time to bring me to the bus. We were standing in a doorway, with a coffee cup in hand when the lights went out. His hands found his way to my waist, I tiptoed and leaned forward while he waited for the kiss. I kissed him first.
(2) It was a February night. We were sitting on a park bench, make that the park bench table, while I was drinking a can of four seasons. We were drowning out the sound of kids partying to loud music and celebration by discussing pizza and the flavor onions lend to steak. In the middle of the sentence, I abruptly cut him by stealing that first kiss.
(3) It was a cold March night. We were soused with alcohol when we decided to get up and jog around the area. I was jogging ahead of him, while he was trying his best to catch up. He stopped beside a vehicle trying to catch his breath. He looked up, smiled and said he needed encouragement. I said, "Oh, come on." I jogged a few more steps, turned around, stopped him and I gave him a kiss.
(4) It was a rainy night in August, I made a bet that if he finishes the Rubik's cube in less than ten minutes that I will reward him with a kiss. He did. Standing in that hall, with all the doors of the rooms closed, was where it happened. We were standing, I kissed him first. I remember him trembling and shivering like it was the coldest night of the year. He puts his jacket on and trembled still.
(5) It was a June night. My sister had her boyfriend over and they are sleeping on the bunk below. I was sleeping beside my sister's boyfriend's chaperon. He was whispering random inanities behind me. To get it over and done with and to shut him up, I turned around and gave him a kiss. They had to leave a few minutes later.
(6) We were discussing Facebook and Friendster in his friend's apartment. It was a Monday, a September afternoon. We sat on a mat and played a game of staring at each other, first one to feel uneasy loses. In the middle of staring and staring down, I felt uneasy. I did not let him know. I gave him a kiss instead. I could feel the surprise in his mouth. He kissed back, wide-eyed and smiling. He closed his eyes. I kissed him again and again.
(7) It was a December night. We were meaning to shop for gifts for our friends. In the middle of traffic, I turned towards him, put my elbows on the box near the hand brake and acted charming. He turned to look at me, and I gave him a kiss. I laughed after, an empty laugh, the kind of laugh that lied. He held my hand and asled me why I was laughing. I told him his kiss was electric.
(8) It was one of those humid October nights. We were sitting on the back of a cab, fumbling to get home. I turned towards him, asked if he liked me. He was flushed. I knew he did. Before saying another word, I cupped his face and gave him a kiss.
(9) It was a hot summer night in March. We were sitting on a couch when he had this brilliant idea that you could only tell if you are comfortable with someone if you can stand sitting with this person for ten minutes without saying anything. We decided to try it for ten minutes without making a sound. He sets the timer on his phone for ten minutes. On the 7th minute, I decided to face him and mess up his hair. He looked surprised, smiled and almost made a sound. On the 8th minute, He leans over and kisses me first. The ten minutes was over. I was stunned. I couldn't say anything.
(10) It was the second Saturday of September. We were camped in a friend's house, sharing conversation over two bottles of tequila. As luck would have it, he was dared to kiss me. Prior to the kiss, while everyone was cheering, I could hear nothing but the flicker of my eyelashes. Understand that this kiss had stood between us for two years: I was impatient. I did not wait for him, so I swooped in over for that first kiss. There was no taste of Tequila in his mouth. I looked for it long and many times after.
(2) It was a February night. We were sitting on a park bench, make that the park bench table, while I was drinking a can of four seasons. We were drowning out the sound of kids partying to loud music and celebration by discussing pizza and the flavor onions lend to steak. In the middle of the sentence, I abruptly cut him by stealing that first kiss.
(3) It was a cold March night. We were soused with alcohol when we decided to get up and jog around the area. I was jogging ahead of him, while he was trying his best to catch up. He stopped beside a vehicle trying to catch his breath. He looked up, smiled and said he needed encouragement. I said, "Oh, come on." I jogged a few more steps, turned around, stopped him and I gave him a kiss.
(4) It was a rainy night in August, I made a bet that if he finishes the Rubik's cube in less than ten minutes that I will reward him with a kiss. He did. Standing in that hall, with all the doors of the rooms closed, was where it happened. We were standing, I kissed him first. I remember him trembling and shivering like it was the coldest night of the year. He puts his jacket on and trembled still.
(5) It was a June night. My sister had her boyfriend over and they are sleeping on the bunk below. I was sleeping beside my sister's boyfriend's chaperon. He was whispering random inanities behind me. To get it over and done with and to shut him up, I turned around and gave him a kiss. They had to leave a few minutes later.
(6) We were discussing Facebook and Friendster in his friend's apartment. It was a Monday, a September afternoon. We sat on a mat and played a game of staring at each other, first one to feel uneasy loses. In the middle of staring and staring down, I felt uneasy. I did not let him know. I gave him a kiss instead. I could feel the surprise in his mouth. He kissed back, wide-eyed and smiling. He closed his eyes. I kissed him again and again.
(7) It was a December night. We were meaning to shop for gifts for our friends. In the middle of traffic, I turned towards him, put my elbows on the box near the hand brake and acted charming. He turned to look at me, and I gave him a kiss. I laughed after, an empty laugh, the kind of laugh that lied. He held my hand and asled me why I was laughing. I told him his kiss was electric.
(8) It was one of those humid October nights. We were sitting on the back of a cab, fumbling to get home. I turned towards him, asked if he liked me. He was flushed. I knew he did. Before saying another word, I cupped his face and gave him a kiss.
(9) It was a hot summer night in March. We were sitting on a couch when he had this brilliant idea that you could only tell if you are comfortable with someone if you can stand sitting with this person for ten minutes without saying anything. We decided to try it for ten minutes without making a sound. He sets the timer on his phone for ten minutes. On the 7th minute, I decided to face him and mess up his hair. He looked surprised, smiled and almost made a sound. On the 8th minute, He leans over and kisses me first. The ten minutes was over. I was stunned. I couldn't say anything.
(10) It was the second Saturday of September. We were camped in a friend's house, sharing conversation over two bottles of tequila. As luck would have it, he was dared to kiss me. Prior to the kiss, while everyone was cheering, I could hear nothing but the flicker of my eyelashes. Understand that this kiss had stood between us for two years: I was impatient. I did not wait for him, so I swooped in over for that first kiss. There was no taste of Tequila in his mouth. I looked for it long and many times after.
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