It was a hot and humid, June summer night. I'd never been so nervous and excited to meet someone in my entire life! Here was this guy that I had been emailing and talking to almost daily for months and finally, we were going to be face to face, in person, and not online. He told me not to be nervous. Yeah, like that was going even possible. We'd often talk about what it was going to be like, when we finally met. But of course, nothing ever happens the way you think it will happen. I met him outside of my house. It was after we had both been out with our own friends. I again, pressed him about finally meeting. And he started the usual teasing banter that we usually played whenever one of us broached the subject. Except this time, instead of playing along, he agreed to meet me and as he said, " to put you out of your misery" My retort to him was:. he was the one suffering and it was "I" who needed to do him the favor of letting him meet me. We laughed and agreed to meet that night.
He was leaning against his car, and I remember my heart pounding loudly, I even wondered if he could hear it. He saw me walking up to him, and flashed a big grin. I smiled back, and then we hugged. He was a great hugger. You know how some people just don't know how to hug? Well, he had no problem in that area. We stood there, in front of his car, talking nervously, laughing nervously. I remember wondering if he was going to kiss me. I really, really, wanted him to kiss me. It started misting as we stood out there. But we didn't even flinch. And then, he leaned down, carressed my face, kissed my cheek, before finally brushing his lips softly over mine. I think I sighed out loud. I remember he smiled and then kissed me again. This time, cupping my face in his hands. It was the best kiss I had ever had. To this day, it still remains so.
For the Red Writing Hood prompt this week: write about a face to face meeting which, for better or for worse, doesn’t go as planned. Fiction or memoir. -----Write On Edge