MLMM- Tale Weaver 129 – First Kiss

I was all of fourteen, shy, pretty, wanting so much to be asked to the Freshman Dance, as most young teenage girls did. I had seen the hall monitor almost every day and was very much smitten by him after his first smile. I worked in the office of the school shuffling messages from there to the teachers, so did a lot of running up and down the stairs of the old school. At the end of the hall sat the captain of the baseball and football team. I didn’t know that at the time, I just knew he had the most warm, friendly smile I’d ever seen.  

Being shy, I probably blushed as soon as I saw his grin, and then my gaze shifted to his sparkling blue eyes. I’m not remembering this in an unrealistic form, he simply was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. His hair was a light brownish red and he had freckles. I am a redhead myself, and always thought black haired males were my favorite “type”, but all those childish theories disappeared in an instant, seeing this young man sitting there.

I’m sure he knew I was an office volunteer but asked to see the note in my hand. Perhaps this was just an excuse on his part? I will never know, but as soon as I got home that day I researched this boy in the yearbook. That’s when I found out he was a senior, soon to be graduating, and extremely popular. 

The dream was on! The dance was coming up and since I was a hopeless romantic from birth, I could only hope he would ask me. The idea of a seasoned student asking a lowly freshman wasn’t fully realized by me.

I wish I could say my dream came true, but it did not. The next day I was asked by a fellow freshman and said yes. I said yes because I thought it would be rude not to. I had a lot to learn. I was friends with this boy, but his family was known as being one of the wealthiest in town, and being more than friends never occurred to me.

My mother fashioned a beautiful light blue shantung dress with an overlay of white nylon eyelet, straight across bodice with spaghetti straps. I remember it perfectly. I also remember the dance. We had a wonderful time, dinner at his parents’ home with other couples, and dancing at the decorated gymnasium.  

I also recall the end of the evening, driven home and standing, on the proverbial doorstep. He leaned in with his arms around me and delivered my first real kiss. I was surprised at his show of affection, because I thought he was just a friend.  The kiss was nice.  My loose wrap fell onto the step as I put my arms around his neck and returned the kiss.


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