Memorial Day weekend was quite the memorable time 2 years ago. So I thought I would write it down for my sake and if you want to hear about our first kiss then keep on reading.
Cam and I had been spending oodles of time together for about a month and I was loving every second of it. However, we had yet to do any smooching. I was suprisingly not very worried about it, I was having so much fun and loved that we didn't just spend our time kissing. I liked that we were developing a strong foundation of friendship. Don't get me wrong, I knew we were definitely more than friends (it may have taken me a little bit to actually get it through my head that he could actually be interested in me like that) but I knew. So needless to say, I hadn't given it a ton of thought, nor did I worry about reasons why he hadn't kissed me yet. I just knew it would happen in its own due time.
On the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, we went to his sister and brother-in-law's house for dinner and to play games. We ended up having and interesting conversation that made me laugh and made Cam laugh but made him squirm a little :) The conclusion of the conversation was that Cam was basically being a wimp (remember he had just returned from his mission) and that I would basically either need to initiate it, or be patient...but that it could take a long time. It may sound like that would have been awkward to talk about, but it really was funny and it wasn't awkward in the least.
Fast forward to the drive home and not suprisingly that conversation got brought up again. I teased him for being wimpy and kind of laid down the law (in a humorous way of course) that I would not make the first move. He teased that he could wait forever then and that as long as we could cuddle and I would tickle his arm (he LOVES that), he could wait for months and that at some point he could guarantee that I would break down and make the first move. Well, I wasn't going to have any of that :) I said that I hadn't worried about it, but what girl doesn't want the guy she is falling in love with to kiss her? So I decided to put a little pressure on him. I told him that I would not tickle his arm or cuddle with him until he kissed me. He laughed and couldn't believe I would put that kind of pressure on him. But I was determined to stay strong and hold my ground.
We pulled up to my house and he tried to trick me into tickling his arm while we talked and I refused. After a small debate, I agreed to tickle his arm with the (very) strict understanding that he would kiss me after 10 minutes and true to his word, he held his end of the agreement.
The kiss was great for the first couple seconds, but I started to get weirded out when there was absolutely no movement at all. It was like a peck on the lips that lasted for what seemed like 5 minutes. "What in the world is going on?" I thought. Even though it was probably only 10 seconds it felt like forever and totally not normal. Thoughts like "he can't be this bad at kissing" and "did he forget how to kiss over the past 2 years" flashed though my mind. I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me so I had no choice, but to open my eyes slightly to see what was going on. I shouldn't have been suprised to see him wide-eyed staring at me trying to weird me out and just waiting to see how long it would take me to open my eyes. I immediately started laughing and pushed him away. Who does that? I shouldn't have even been surprised that he would pull a stunt like that. It was hilarious!
Finally after we stopped laughing, he actually kissed me for real. It sounds cheesy, but it was the best kiss I had EVER had. I remember wondering if it was just the slightly awkward way I was turned in the car and the fact that the center console was there that made it so it was hard to breathe, that had never happened to me before. But since that feeling was the same every other time we kissed after that, I realized why my breath really was taken away that night.
Obviously, our first kiss story isn't the romantic, movie scene kiss, but to me, it is better. It kind of illustrates our entire relationship. We laugh a lot, we have fun and we don't let ourselves take everything too seriously. That just doesn't work for us.
