What's a blog without an awkward first kiss story? Lucky you! This blog will have a few. The boy in this story will be referred to as Batman.
We had been going on dates for a few weeks, and we still hadn't kissed. One Sunday night, we decided to go to the park across the street to hang out a bit. We brought a blanket, because it was February and freezing. So I was ready for some cuddling action.
We went up in the playset and spread the blankets out. We talked for an hour or so before we ended up lying down, cuddling under the blankets. We talked for another 45 minutes or so before it happened. The moment. The pause in the flirty conversation while looking into each other's eyes from only a few inches away. He was going to kiss me!
As a major fan of the film "Hitch," I recognized the 90-10 signals. He went 90. I went 5... The. I realized that the blanket was still in the way, slightly covering my mouth. So I reach out, go 2 percent more, grab the blanket, and I pull it out of the way.
But it was not the blanket. Turns out I was pullin something that was still attached. Turns out I grabbed his nipple through the shirt and pulled it.
We both froze. He stared at me in confusion and then a combination of shock and mock horror as his voice rose to mock me- "You just pulled my nipple! And twisted!" I began to panic and apologize, affirming that it was not intentional. His comforting response- "oh I know it couldn't have been on purpose. There's no way you would have had such good accuracy! Sorry, but the moment is gone."
And that is the first awkward first kiss story of the first kiss that didn't happen the first time we tried.
MLIHK.
