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A Special Kiss

07 Jun

Mary at 16 years old

As an author of romance books, I’ve had to think a lot about how to write a believable kiss between my hero and heroine. Recently, a writer friend of mine blogged about a special kiss which made me think back to the kisses I’ve received over the years. Of course, my husband came to mind immediately, he truly is the best kisser ever. But how about further back in time? As a teenager I remember kisses from teenage boys, the way they kissed like they were just learning, or had the wrong idea of what a good kiss should be (for example, “He kisses like a fish.”).  Frankly, kissing was new to them, like it was new to me, and really what did we know?

There is a special kiss that stands out to me. When I was either 16 or 17 years old, I was a bit of a flirt. I can hear my sisters saying, “A bit?” and laughing, no, guffawing at that statement. Okay, I did give direct eye contact, flutter my eyelashes and flash a big grin, but then I’d quickly turn and wiggle off. I learned quickly that it could get me attention, but I didn’t know what to do after the flutter and turn.

I liked to attend my high school’s basketball games. They took place inside where I didn’t get cold or rained on like at the football games. I knew some basics of the game, but was there more for the social piece and to watch legs run from one side of the court to the other (the players wore shorter uniforms back then).

I remember I was in the parking lot after the game. The overhead flood lights shined down and I noticed the opposing team’s bus parked to the side, waiting for the players to load.  I knew someone from the city the team was from. My girlfriend and I walked over to the bus, where several windows were open despite the cool evening air.  Several heads had popped out and I asked one if he knew my friend. “Yes.” He said something else about the friend but I don’t remember what it was. Nearby another guy was in a window, then started to hang out. Someone had a hold of his legs so he wouldn’t fall out.

“Kiss me,” he said to me. He was happy, confident and cute, so I stepped closer.  Then closer.  He kissed me, not for a long time, but long enough to make me feel a kiss internally for the very first time. Then what did I do? I gave direct eye contact, fluttered my eyelashes, flashed a big grin, turned and wiggled off, of course.

I know now that the teen had experience kissing-no fish kissing there-probably had a girlfriend(s) sometime along the way. Or, again it could have been the magic of the night that moved me so, or the impulsiveness of the action so unexpected on both our parts.  Whatever it was, I still hadn’t forgotten that night, and that kiss, after all this time.

How about you? Do you have a special kiss somewhere in your memory?

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Posted by on June 7, 2012 in biography, Blogs, Kissing, writers, writing

 

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14 responses to “A Special Kiss

  1. Liz Fredericks

    June 7, 2012 at 5:20 AM

    Don’t you wish Dumbledore’s pensieve (sp?) was real? We could capture those moments and relive them from time to time. “I didn’t know what to do after the flutter and turn” is truly classic.

     
    • maryvine

      June 7, 2012 at 2:22 PM

      Yes, I do wish Dumbledore’s pensieve was real. I don’t know if the phrase is classic, but so absolutely true to my life then. Thanks, Liz!
      .

       
  2. johannaharness

    June 7, 2012 at 5:24 AM

    What a delicious story, Mary! Thanks so much for this.

     
  3. ramblingsfromtheleft

    June 7, 2012 at 6:39 AM

    Ah Mary, that was so sweet and a lovely memory to cherish :) My first magical kiss was from the boy who would become my first love … my now ex-husband. Funny thing is that even after all these years, neither of us has let that memory go … funnier … we are better friends now :)

     
    • maryvine

      June 7, 2012 at 2:24 PM

      Ramblings-I’m so glad you are friends now and I like that both of you thought it was a special moment. Thanks!

       
  4. Janis McCurry

    June 7, 2012 at 7:16 AM

    My first boyfriend in high school had really thin lips, which didn’t do much in the kissing department. Even inexperienced, I could tell there was more. Then, there was the one who would become my husband. I noticed you said “funny” as one of your descriptors. He was funny and cute and I think it points to the emotions that go into enjoying kisses. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Mary. BTW, I have the exact same hair style in my H.S. picture as you do. Exact, I tell you!

     
  5. maryvine

    June 7, 2012 at 2:27 PM

    Good point, Janis, about the emotions that go into enjoying kisses. Thanks.

     
  6. Meredith Allen Conner

    June 7, 2012 at 4:44 PM

    I remember a guy about 18 years ago, so after high school. We started dating and the chemistry was ah-mazing – and no this is not my husband – don’t tell :). We went out one night to a movie. The movie theater was 75 miles away (I lived in an even smaller town back then. The most remote town in the lower 48 states). On our way home, he pulled over at a rest stop and said he wanted to ask me a question. Immediately, I began to imagine that there was a problem. He parked his truck, pulled me close across the bench seat and proceeded to kiss every thought out of my head until my world narrowed right down to that kiss and that kiss alone. I think that kiss lasted a good ten minutes. After that he put the truck in gear and we left. That memory always makes me smile.
    Great blog Mary! Thanks.

     
  7. maryvine

    June 7, 2012 at 6:09 PM

    At least your kiss was longer than mine. But then what did we really know at that age. Better was to come into our lives.

     
  8. Sandi

    June 7, 2012 at 8:16 PM

    As your younger sister, you are lucky I never knew about this kiss or you would still be grounded!! :-)

     
    • maryvine

      June 7, 2012 at 9:27 PM

      Sandi – Yep, good thing. :-)

       
  9. Lynn Mapp

    June 7, 2012 at 10:37 PM

    Mary, Mary, Mary. I can’t believe you kissed that boy. Way to go!!! I gave this some thought. There were kisses, and there were KISSES. I remember huddling with my cousin and talking about French kissing. I was shocked when it was explained to me. I couldn’t believe people really kisses that way. I was in high school before my first experience. It just kept getting better and better/

     
  10. Peggy Staggs

    June 8, 2012 at 7:42 AM

    How bold and what fun. I never would have had the nerve. On another note. Love the hair! Mine looked much the same…but blond.

     

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