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Heat of the Moment

May 29, 2003

I was at the grocery store today, and the song "Heat of the Moment" by Asia came on the loudspeaker. I was hurled back in time to the summer of my first kiss, and I've been meaning to share the story ever since it came up the other night during my gab session with Chris and k8

I think it was actually the summer of 1983 or 1984, and that song was popular at the swimming pools I haunted. I met Craig at Frontier Days, which is (still) an annual carnival that is held at Recreation Park in my hometown of Arlington Heights, IL. Craig. Ah, Craig. He was absolutely gorgeous, and he had a southern accent, he was just visiting from all the way down south in, um, SOUTHERN Illinois, and rumor had it that he had a girlfriend back home that he did IT with on Wednesday nights. I still, to this day, have no idea what was implied by "it" - but, you know, I know at the time I was sure it meant he went ALL THE WAY.

I had absolutely no idea why on earth Craig might be interested in me. I was gangly and awkward, having just entered puberty. My hair was goofy looking. I had absolutely no fashion sense. My teeth were crooked, and I'm sure I smelled funny. I haven't changed much.

I have mentioned, of course, that I spent most of my teenage years steadfastly refusing sex. Craig was certainly not going to go "all the way" with me.

Craig, however, was either desperate to try, or saw something in me that I did not see. He spotted me at the drinking fountain in the activity building while I was waiting for my friend Claire to use the bathroom. Or maybe I spotted him. Or, more likely, his cousin, Kip, spotted Claire, and I was just someone who had to be dragged along for the ride.

At any rate, Craig spent the day riding rides with me. He held my hand on the zipper (the RIDE called the Zipper, you perv! Not his ACTUAL zipper) and he shared his cotton candy with me on the ferris wheel. I have absolutely no recollection of what we might have talked about, but as the day drew to a close, we agreed to meet up again that evening. Frontier days was a day and night affair, and I pretty much spent the bulk of the three day weekend there at the park, where Claire and I could ogle the Tilt-a-Whirl operator (who also had an amusingly appealing southern accent and who we thought was flirting with us and giving us extra long and "extra spinny" rides. He did give us this handy tip about the Tilt-a-Whirl for those of you who enjoy a good dizzy spell: The metal bar you use as a sort of seatbelt for the ride is also a brake when lifted up, so the further down you can hold it, the more you are apt to spin.)

Anyway, back to Craig. Evening fell and I dreamily drifted back to the park for my rendezvous with Craig. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I had some sense that my life would never be the same after that evening. When I met Craig by the flying bobs, he held my hand and looked into my eyes with a strange expression that was unfamiliar to me. I was nervous. As we got into our seats and he put his arm around me, I moved my arm to put it around him, too, and I ended up punching him in the mouth. Those of you who read my autobiography will discover that accidentally punching people in the mouth at intimate moments is a continuing theme throughout my history.

At any rate, Craig forgave me. After riding some of the carny rides and playing some of the carny games and eating some of the carny food, Craig led me out onto the darkened tennis courts, adjacent to where the old folks (you know, parents) were listening to live music. I remember it was dark, and I could see the outline of Craig's head as he held me at arm's length, with his arms resting on my shoulders and his hands dangling down, barely touching my upper back. He had curly hair and white, white teeth that caught the carnival lights as he smiled.

He moved his head closer to me, and tilted it to one side. I kind of worked by intuition, as I had no clue how this kissing stuff went down. I just put my mouth on his and allowed him to persuade my lips apart with his tongue. I guess I figured it out and explored his mouth, too...because I remember distinctly that I tasted blood. (Thus, k8 suggests, explains the name "dru blood").

I think we kissed for a good long time. And I have pleasant memories of his tenderness towards me in those moments. I don't remember any words being spoken and I don't remember if I ever saw Craig again after that night. I'm certain that I didn't kiss him again. He either went home to SOUTHERN Illinois and talked about his girlfriend up north who he did IT with, or I was such a bad kisser that he didn't even want to try it again. It would be many many years before I would kiss another boy, but that was OK. My first kiss was pretty decent, and I'm thankful for that.

Claire dated Kip for what seemed to be an eternity. I'm not sure if they ever "did it."

I wonder if I should attempt to do a retrospective of all of the people I have kissed in my lifetime, since I seem to be on a makeout kick. Dunno that I can recall them all, but I'm not averse to making shit up. hahahahhaa

Posted at May 29, 2003 11:31 PM

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Comments

*giggle*

Many a boy has been at the end of my punch as well. I'm a clutz in the love department.

Posted by: Roni at May 30, 2003 9:58 AM