In Which I Got My First Spring Chicken Kiss
I call it a spring chicken kiss because, well, March 1st counts as spring. I believe it does. And I got a kiss today, from someone who is using a new approach to snaring me that is the opposite of chicken. He's very forward, which explains why he would grab onto and kiss me on campus in the middle of the day after we'd both just eaten j-dawgs, his covered in onions and banana peppers.
It seems to be doing ok for him, this forwardness. For some people I think it would be like when you're frying an egg on high in a lot of butter and it either comes out gold crispy and delicious or black and gooey in the middle. He is a gold crispy, and I think most anybody else using this approach would be black and gooey white in the middle, and I wouldn't want to eat them. I mean kiss them. But who knows--not many of them have tried it. It may work for more of them than I think it would.
But it was sweet, this kiss. The four kisses that there were. I would have taken a few more. I think my winter heart is melting, so that's good. If not for him it'll be good for someone else. Maybe just me.
There is a hallway in the Brimhall building which ends in nothing but a giant rectangle window, through which the 1 PM sun was shining. There are two blue-upholstered chairs in this hallway end, and as we went to sit in them, this forward guy grabbed onto my face and kissed it, and I let my face sink into his in the sun. It was rather nice. It was warm, and later tonight when I am standing out in the lobby in the blue light surrounded by my gays waiting to go onstage, and I fix my lipstick in the mirror with the edges of my fingers, I will think a little about that which happened at about 1 PM today and it will warm my uncovered shoulders, I think. Enough that I may be smiling all night.
"I get on Facebook and I see something you've said and there are like WHOOSH comments," (makes downward slashing motion with hand)
"And?"
"And I think that's part of the reason it's you. It is you. You are what people like about you. It's not even that you're necessarily always funny, they just like you and what you say."
"My mom's going to buy me a ticket to anywhere when I graduate in April.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Two tickets maybe." (gulps j dawg bite down and looks at me)
"Uh...where do you want to go?"
"Cambodia. Thailand. Want to go with me? Would you go with me if I got you a ticket?"
I'm still sorry Tommy, but maybe I'll be less sorry later.
I don't really know.
We'll see.
That's what I told you today, and that's what I mean.
It seems to be doing ok for him, this forwardness. For some people I think it would be like when you're frying an egg on high in a lot of butter and it either comes out gold crispy and delicious or black and gooey in the middle. He is a gold crispy, and I think most anybody else using this approach would be black and gooey white in the middle, and I wouldn't want to eat them. I mean kiss them. But who knows--not many of them have tried it. It may work for more of them than I think it would.
But it was sweet, this kiss. The four kisses that there were. I would have taken a few more. I think my winter heart is melting, so that's good. If not for him it'll be good for someone else. Maybe just me.
There is a hallway in the Brimhall building which ends in nothing but a giant rectangle window, through which the 1 PM sun was shining. There are two blue-upholstered chairs in this hallway end, and as we went to sit in them, this forward guy grabbed onto my face and kissed it, and I let my face sink into his in the sun. It was rather nice. It was warm, and later tonight when I am standing out in the lobby in the blue light surrounded by my gays waiting to go onstage, and I fix my lipstick in the mirror with the edges of my fingers, I will think a little about that which happened at about 1 PM today and it will warm my uncovered shoulders, I think. Enough that I may be smiling all night.
"I get on Facebook and I see something you've said and there are like WHOOSH comments," (makes downward slashing motion with hand)
"And?"
"And I think that's part of the reason it's you. It is you. You are what people like about you. It's not even that you're necessarily always funny, they just like you and what you say."
"My mom's going to buy me a ticket to anywhere when I graduate in April.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Two tickets maybe." (gulps j dawg bite down and looks at me)
"Uh...where do you want to go?"
"Cambodia. Thailand. Want to go with me? Would you go with me if I got you a ticket?"
I'm still sorry Tommy, but maybe I'll be less sorry later.
I don't really know.
We'll see.
That's what I told you today, and that's what I mean.