Being 22, it’s obvious that I have been exposed to a lot of stuff. The media makes sure of that. And, lets be honest, it’s so rare to be 22 and in the VLC. AKA, the Virgin Lip Club. As one can imagine, there are so many ideas and fantasies wrapped up in my head surrounding what the first kiss would be like. The movies did nothing less of making it easy to make this a huge deal. But there’s also the nervousness of not knowing what to do, and worrying about not finding a guy who could understand that.
On my recent cruise, I met this guy named Tabre. Witty, smart, attractive, I was just enjoying being his friend. One thing led to another, and I ended up with a group of people in his room. With it being loud in there, we were finding it hard to talk and so we moved out onto the balcony. At this point, I’m still super naive and am thinking we’re just hanging out. As I’m leaning over the railing, he starts moving closer. As he keeps moving closer, our arms touch. As this is all happening and his voice starts getting a little lower, I realize that he’s into me. Naturally, those pesky butterflies start jumping around. Before they have chance to take over, he grabs my belt, says “come here” and puts his hands on either side of my face.
Cue lip lock.
It was sweet, it was short, it was like a movie. It was the best. There we were, under the stars being enveloped by a warm Mexican ocean breeze, kissing. It was magical.
The rest of the cruise was spent honing my skills a bit, getting to know Tabre, and having an all around good time. Life is great.