Even though its 3 am and I need to be up in a couple of hours, I have an overall sense of euphoria.
For some reason it reminds of the first time I was french kissed and liked it. Lets not mistake this for my first kiss, it was not my first french kiss, but it was most definitely the first time I french kissed and enjoyed it.
It was late summer before the ninth grade, at the fair across the street from New Hyde Park Memorial High School. It was one of those days I'll never forget. Everyone from school was going so I had to look good. Wearing my skort (yes people a skort! it was the 90's don't forget), these bohemian like sandals and a tank top, hair in a ponytail (of course) and Jen D's mom had given us a little lipstick to put on.
My friend Jen and I had a blast, when there he appeared. Chris. Oh how I was in love with him. From the tan skin, his tight body to the cologne he wore. Simply heaven. He spotted me from across the ticket booth and started to walk over. I played it cool, but with each step he took closer, my heart pounded faster and faster, to the point that when he actually stopped in front of me I had to remind myself to breathe.
Giving me a hug, I was absolutely hypnotized by his scent. Dazed, he asked me a question and without even knowing what he had asked me I said yes. He smiled, grabbed my hand and led me over to a ride. I knew I had to have lost consciousness during that hug, for the ride he led me too - I never would have went on. It was the Zipper! If there's anything about a ride I don't like, is a ride that spins and flips. It was too late to back out now, plus Chris was holding my hand..MY hand!
It was our turn to board. I stepped in and slid over and he slid in next to me. Nervously, I glanced over at him and smiled. He smiled that beautiful smile that gave me butterflies. The Carny shut and locked the gate and up we went. However, there was no spinning. He started telling jokes and whether they were funny or not I laughed. The car finally slowed to a stop and he and I were at the very top of the zipper. We could see the whole town; it was beautiful. The sun had almost completely set behind the water tower and you could see the stars starting to appear. He placed his hand on mine, and asked "may I kiss you?" Without hesitation, I nodded yes. There at the very top of the zipper, watching the sun set over the town, was my first really good kiss.
From the moment our lips touched, electric just pulsed through my body. The ride started up again, leading us back to the ground, where we said our goodbyes for the night and went separate ways. I'll never forget, I didn't walk back to my moms car that night, I floated.
For some reason it reminds of the first time I was french kissed and liked it. Lets not mistake this for my first kiss, it was not my first french kiss, but it was most definitely the first time I french kissed and enjoyed it.
It was late summer before the ninth grade, at the fair across the street from New Hyde Park Memorial High School. It was one of those days I'll never forget. Everyone from school was going so I had to look good. Wearing my skort (yes people a skort! it was the 90's don't forget), these bohemian like sandals and a tank top, hair in a ponytail (of course) and Jen D's mom had given us a little lipstick to put on.
My friend Jen and I had a blast, when there he appeared. Chris. Oh how I was in love with him. From the tan skin, his tight body to the cologne he wore. Simply heaven. He spotted me from across the ticket booth and started to walk over. I played it cool, but with each step he took closer, my heart pounded faster and faster, to the point that when he actually stopped in front of me I had to remind myself to breathe.
Giving me a hug, I was absolutely hypnotized by his scent. Dazed, he asked me a question and without even knowing what he had asked me I said yes. He smiled, grabbed my hand and led me over to a ride. I knew I had to have lost consciousness during that hug, for the ride he led me too - I never would have went on. It was the Zipper! If there's anything about a ride I don't like, is a ride that spins and flips. It was too late to back out now, plus Chris was holding my hand..MY hand!
It was our turn to board. I stepped in and slid over and he slid in next to me. Nervously, I glanced over at him and smiled. He smiled that beautiful smile that gave me butterflies. The Carny shut and locked the gate and up we went. However, there was no spinning. He started telling jokes and whether they were funny or not I laughed. The car finally slowed to a stop and he and I were at the very top of the zipper. We could see the whole town; it was beautiful. The sun had almost completely set behind the water tower and you could see the stars starting to appear. He placed his hand on mine, and asked "may I kiss you?" Without hesitation, I nodded yes. There at the very top of the zipper, watching the sun set over the town, was my first really good kiss.
From the moment our lips touched, electric just pulsed through my body. The ride started up again, leading us back to the ground, where we said our goodbyes for the night and went separate ways. I'll never forget, I didn't walk back to my moms car that night, I floated.
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