The Insomniac

Insomniac and I have been out on about 5 dates. He is really good-looking, very respectful and totally knows how to treat a woman. However he's slightly socially-awkward, a bit nervous all the time... and well... an insomniac. 

Nonetheless, I enjoyed going out with him. He knows good cuisine and always took me to great restaurants. Granted, we mostly talked about his medical issues but what kind of doctor would I be if I didn't listen to my patients... a radiologist you say?

Well Insomniac and I went out on our fifth date last night and he asked me for a kiss at the end of the date. I thought that was extremely gentlemanly of him, so of course I obliged. 

IT WAS THE WORST KISS.

I'm sorry, but he SHOVED his tongue in my mouth. I was so taken aback. I didn't know what to do other than to pull back a bit and force him to go slowly. BUT then he'd shove his tongue in my mouth again!

I quickly ended the torture and thanked him for the date. He asked, "maybe next time we could hang out a lot longer?" And desperate to get away I replied "yeah sure!"... enthusiastically. 

I felt kinda gross and decided I would pull the intern card from this day forth. I'm chicken-sh!t about brutal honesty, and would much rather take a nasty email than tell a guy he is the worst kisser in the world... or take the time to teach him. I have better things to do... 

like go to Miami tomorrow...

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Never Been Kissed

About a week ago I asked RedSox to tell me about his first kiss and he adamantly refused. He wouldn't even tell me why he wouldn't tell me. This hurt my feelings. After all this time together jumping over hurdles, why wouldn't he tell me about his first kiss?

I'm happy to share my first kiss. It was very much a movie magic moment. If one discounts the kissing from pre-school to my then-"husband" Jimmy James and one further discounts the kisses I gave JoeyG and RyanB in 4th grade after chasing them around the playground and then tackling them for my touchdown kisses, then one might be surprised that I didn't get my first kiss until I was 18.

During the summer months, all we high-schoolers ever really did was drive up to Hampton Beach to drive around and walk the strip. I went up there one year with my friend Chris and a bunch of her private-school friends. Two girls and 5 guys. We ran around the beach, joked around, overall had a great time. Then Kevin got a little closer to me. He gave me a shoulder massage and suddenly it was just the two of us.

A perfect beach summer night, we decided to go for a walk. The breeze was getting stronger and colder. We stopped to just hug and look at the star-lit ocean. Then he went for it. It was very sweet and wonderful. I didn't immediately fall in love with him, but I loved how perfect the setting was.

Last night while lying in bed with RedSox I started giggling about his friend introducing me as Redsox's girlfriend earlier in the evening. When RedSox asked me what was on my mind, I wouldn't tell him. He got upset, and I told him I would if he told me why he wouldn't tell me about his first kiss the week before.

It turns out RedSox doesn't like to hear my men-stories as much as I love telling them. He knew that his first kiss story would be followed my mine. I have a tendency to do that, and he didn't want to know.

So after he told me this AND his first kiss story, I told him I was laughing about being referred to as his girlfriend. Then I kissed him like never before and went to sleep.

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