Wed 29 Mar 2006
An Uplifting if Gory Springtime Story Which Illustrates the Power of Even Fledgling Love to Not Only Overcome Obstacles, but Emerge Stronger than Before, Despite or Perhaps Because of Said Obstacles, Whatever the Odds Against Such a Flourishing May Be.
Posted by Erin under Family and Friends
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The first time the Mister and I kissed (11 years ago or so), my nose started to bleed. Right onto his face.
There has *got* to be more to this story. (And I think I want to hear it, but then again, I’m not sure . . .)
Ah yes…the good old days. Where were you? It was after the beatnik cat-shaped e-poem, right?
After walking to the grocery store to buy deodorant?
Tell me the story again, auntie Erin…
HA HA. Too funny. I should not, however, laugh too hard. My first kiss with the spouse did not go so well either. I have edited this portion of the story when I’ve told our first date story to an audience of (what I judged to be) delicate sensibilities.
Tara,
There’s really not much more to the story. We recovered and went on to marry and live more or less happily ever after. But in the moment: he freaked out, I treated his freak-out dismissively (“it’s just blood!”) and then apologized and wiped the blood off him. I left to take care of my still-bleeding nose, which at that time was known for its marathon bloody outbursts during allergy season. I never did feel embarassed. Sitting alone in my room later I felt some real terror that he would never kiss me again. I felt dread. It seemed a certainty that I had wrecked everything. But he did kiss me again. I can’t remember how long it took to get from kiss #1 to kiss #2.
Sarah–
I hate to admit it but the chronolgy is very fuzzy. The kiss was well after both the sciddly scat cool hip cats poem and the trip to buy deodorant together. It was also after us sitting on a bench in the rain telling our life stories and me regretting, upon getting up, that there were two separate dry butt-shaped marks on the bench with a few inches of rain-wet wood between them. But it was near the time you were driving us around somewhere and asked where to drop me off and I said, “I want to go wherever he’s going”. The afternoon of the kiss we were in his room, where I had gone either to admire the gummy bears stuck all over his walls, or to listen to a Victoria Williams album. So there you have it.
Julie,do I know the gross version of the story? Send me an email and remind me of the details.
Whoah!/
Sometimes Erin and Gary/
walk ’til the break of dawn/
in the bayou, bum bum…