The only benefit of being socially awkward all my life is that I never run short of creative inspiration for my writing.
A while ago, I wrote a short cupid-as-a-teenager piece for the final round of DL’s WRiTE CLUB (I used the pen name Casey Brooks). I’m getting closer and closer to finishing my current princess-kicking-some-trash book, so that’s the next project in my queue. I can never focus on only one thing at a time, so of course I’ve already started brainstorming how I want the novel to go. I’ve decided to use my own life as inspiration for some of the more … awkward moments.
Let me just get this out there: my first “real” kiss didn’t happen until I was *gasp* 18 years old. Yeah, I know, I was a little late to the game. Whatever.
I had held onto the idea of the “perfect first kiss” so tightly that I ran away from any guy that seemed like he might make the move before I was ready. Well, I say “ran away from” but what I mean is … I ducked.
Let me back up a little bit.
My first boyfriend in college was a nice enough guy. We’ll call him … Steven. So, Steven and I had been dating for a little bit, and things were going well. I had held his hand already (oooOOOooh!) and I knew he was probably going to kiss me soon. (Side note: I was so nervous at the idea of kissing someone that I actually considered paying some random guy to kiss me just so that I could get the first kiss out of the way and get some practice in before kissing my boyfriend and having him think I was a bad kisser. I’m totally serious.)
Anyway. We were sitting in his car. I know, romantic right? We were avoiding my dorm, because my roommate at the time pretty much hated my guts, and my boyfriend still lived with his parents, so … the car it was. We were sitting in his car and he instigated a tickle fight. Then, there was that moment where I thought “Aha! He’s going to kiss me soon.”
Steven looked deep into my eyes and said some corny line that I don’t remember and then … he leaned.
But see, here’s the thing. When you’re kissing someone who has never been kissed before, you have to be REALLY, REALLY obvious about it. Sure, Steven was leaning, but was he leaning enough?
My mind started analyzing things at a rapid pace. If I leaned in to kiss him, and he wasn’t really going in for a kiss, then I might appear desperate! If I tried to kiss him, and let’s just say he was really only leaning in order to get the optimal angle for a weak ticklish spot, well, then I would look like a fool! So, naive girl that I was, I just sat there.
So, we both sat there staring at each other.
Him leaning, me looking like a landed fish with my lips all puckered up.
We sat for a looooong time where nothing happened. We sat and we sat. I seriously cannot not emphasize enough just how long we sat there with absolutely nothing happening. A looooong time, people. I probably could have finished up a whole homework assignment in the time where we just sat there inches apart.
I saw his eyebrows crinkle in confusion, and then, he started to lean more.
Well, this probably would have been a good plan, except that by now, we had been sitting there for SO LONG that I had convinced myself that Steven wasn’t really going in for a kiss. So of course, I did the logical thing.
I ducked right under his arm so that I was practically sitting on his lap, and then I started tickling his side – like that had been my goal the entire time. I think I even shouted something crazy like “HAWRAWR!”
Suffice to say, that ended the evening rather abruptly. He walked me to my door and politely said good night. I mentally kicked myself all the way up the stairs.
Now, you won’t be surprised when I say it took him a long time to work up enough courage to try to kiss me again. Eventually, I got over my awkwardness and “Steven” was the first boy I really kissed.
What about you? Have any funny first kiss stories I could adapt for my Cupid story? 😉 Or do you ever use real-life situations in your writing?