First kiss

Christopher had a date, so Catie and I were bacheloretting it tonight. We had a lovely dinner at Kong Wah, full of girl talk about -- what else -- boys. (At least she's talking to me about it, y'all.) Then, like the wild and crazy women we are, we washed the car, gassed it up, and went grocery shopping.

Whilst on our excursion, we passed the duplexes that were my mom and stepdad's first place together as a married couple. I think we lived there less than a year.

"Look," I told Catie. "Did I ever tell you we used to live there?"
"No," she said.
"Yep. That's where I had my first kiss. I was like 6. Maybe 5,"

She grinned and rolled her eyes at me in that "Mom, you're so lame" way teenage girls do.

"No, really," I said. "His name was Bo Skipper."

(He kept saying his name was spelled Beau. He thought he was so smart and all just because he knew how to spell encyclopedia. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't. I didn't know how to spell it. But I still think I knew how to spell his name. B-O. So there!)

She cracked up. I mean -- belly laughed.

I still don't know what was so funny.

ANYWAY....see, me and him were playing house. Rhonda was our daughter. We sent her to the backyard to "school."

He looked at me and said "You wanna kiss."
Of course shy lil ol' me said "Uh huh." I probably even drew in the dirt with my big toe and looked at the ground.
And then I thought, Oh no. If Mama looks out the window she'll see us. We have to hide.

So we went behind this scraggly little Charlie Brown bush in our front yard. It was perfect, because it was under the window where she couldn't see if she looked out. Although I still wasn't fully convinced she wouldn't catch us.

"Long or short?" he asked.

I had no idea what a "long" kiss would entail, but I was pretty sure I wouldn't like it. Plus, Mama was gonna catch us any second. "Short!" I said.

So he gave me a quick peck on the mouth. And then we went to find Rhonda and I'm sure I was blushing furiously and I think she was spying on us anyway.

The end. :)