Our First Kiss

I was never really one to kiss on the first date. At least, not until the man who eventually became my husband came along.

We were in high school at the time, and our first date was typical of high schoolers--we went out to a movie. Being the gentleman that he is (or was anyway. heh.), he let me pick the movie. I picked Hardball, which seemed from the previews to be a pretty neutral movie. Not too much guy stuff, but no girly crying parts. The last thing I wanted was to come out of the movie theater with my mascara running.

Well, I hate to ruin a movie for anyone, but you have to know the ending to understand. Towards the end, two of the little boys get caught up in a drive-by shooting, and the youngest one gets shot. The little boy who has been so sweet and innocent and cute throughout the whole movie, the one that everyone loves, dies.

I was trying so hard not to bawl. My nails were digging into my hands, and I was trying to focus on not crying. But finally, I looked over at Jason and saw that he had a few tears running down his cheeks, too. He looked at me and smiled this sort of half happy, half sad smile, and I couldn't help it. I just leaned over and kissed him!

To this day he teases me about being the one to kiss him first. He always says he wasn't even going to try to kiss me on the first date because he didn't think I would let him. He also thought 'our song' should be Big Papa by Notorious B.I.G. because it plays throughout that whole movie.

Don't worry, it's not.

I submitted this post to Scribbit's "First Kiss" Write Away Contest.

Our First Kiss