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A Kiss, a Kiss, a Kiss

When I got home from Kroger at 6:30 p.m. with $243 worth of raspberries, swim diapers, tamales, kettle corn, limes, and middle-aged regrets, I tooted the horn twice so G would know to come help me unload the car.  He strutted out the kitchen door in his green fleece pajama pants.  The ones covered in 100 snarling/smiling faces of The Grinch.  Just Grinches and belly hair.  Go ahead–picture it.

I dare you.

It was at that moment that I realized I didn’t buy any wine.  Or razors.  Nevertheless, he leaned in the driver’s side door and I hit him with a kiss that threw us both for a little loop.  Not the peck on the cheek that goes along with “Have a good day, Sweetie.”  Not the smacker that says, “Thanks for taking out the trash!”  This was more of a “I remember why I liked you in the first place, back before we needed to buy swim diapers.”

The Kiss IV, Edvard Munch. Image courtesy Metropolitan Museum of Art .

The Kiss IV, Edvard Munch. Image courtesy Metropolitan Museum of Art .

A Real Kiss.

I had been thinking about kisses all day, thanks to Facebook.  One of my first boyfriends was celebrating a birthday.  I went to his page to wish him well and one think led to another and pretty soon I had traveled back in time to a Homecoming dance from 30 years ago.  Remembering how new kissing was, how mysterious.  How many hours I had spent thinking about kissing and then the instant when I found myself actually doing it!  How delicious it felt to slide my hands around his neck for a slow song.  How intoxicating it felt to lean closer to whisper something to a boy who smelled like Polo cologne then find myself kissing him.   How young.  How new.  How marvelous.

So, yes, I spent my free time today Facebook stalking every boy I smooched back in the 80s, back before things got complicated.  Back when kissing wasn’t all tangled up with groceries and taking out the trash and belly hair.  When a kiss was still a kiss.