For any new readers or if you happened to miss it, I wrote a post last fall about a romantic day with an amazing woman in Panama where I was smitten and my heart stopped when we kissed.
It got a surprising amount of views which was nice to see. Along with that I had a lot of people asking me outside of the website if it was true. I would get questions about that specific day and also questions as to whether or not I’ve had other similar moments.
I always tell people that I’ve always thought of my life as being filled with back to back “movie moments”. You know, those moments when the place and time that you’re living in resonate with exactly what you want and where you want to be.
It’s like a smooth yet climactic build up to one perfect moment. There is no other way but for it to happen how it’s happening as it’s happening.
I answered those questions with a yes. I’ve had other moments and temporary bouts of romance when on the road and at home.
One of those moments, which as to date is my most romantic first kiss, was requested by a reader to be written on my site.
So here it is dear friend and reader. A post about my most romantic first kiss.
I had had a crush (middle school style, cheesy, I know) on her for over a year. We attended the same university and were in similar social circles. We had met a couple of times, but had only exchanged hellos.
She was an incredible woman. Her eyes were filled with joy and life. She was such a free spirit that seemed to brighten up everybody around her wherever she went.
I was always so hesitant to talk to her. She was probably one of the first women that I was intimidated by. She was beautiful, intelligent, caring and had traveled as much if not more than I had. The fact that she seemed to have guys flocking to her made it more nerve-racking for me to muster up the courage to one day talk to her.
The number exchange:
It had been over a year since I first met her and we only on occasions had exchanged pleasantries.
It was a weekend night and I had just parked my car to head to the local bars with some friends. She happened to arrive at the same time.
We chit chatted for a bit, talked travel and adventure and then I mentioned how I was trying to plan a sky diving trip. She was wanting to do the same. I suggested we exchange numbers, get some friends and make something happen.
We never went sky diving but ended up talking and getting to know each other.
The first few dates:
I know I know… FEW. I liked this girl and over those dates I had multiple chances to make my move. I wanted to kiss her and I know she wanted me to too.
The moments weren’t good enough though.
I had an idea of how I wanted the moment to feel and being as stubborn as I am I waited.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not the type of guy to just waits around for something to magically appear. I’m pretty good at guiding and making moments happen.
I’m always thinking about what would make a good story and unforgettable memory.
With that, the time finally randomly came around.
We had been on a few dates and were really getting to know each other.
It was late night on a weekend when I got a phone call from her. She had just gotten back to her house and wanted, “to go on a late night adventure”.
I grinned and headed over to pick her up.
I don’t remember why, I think we had a random craving, but we started off by picking up some ice cream cones from McDonalds haha
(Easy, it does get romantic, let it build)
We pull out of the parking lot and I ask her where she wants to go.
“It doesn’t matter, let’s just drive and go, take me somewhere, I trust you”
I smiled, I had an idea in mind.
I lived a short ways away from the city. It was Fall and in between my town and the city were miles and miles of cornfields.
As I was driving us into the middle of the country I told her how since I had started driving I would on random nights go out to the middle of nowhere and stare at the skies.
Since there weren’t many city lights nearby I would lay on my car, music playing, watching shooting stars fly by.
As I finished the story I pulled onto a dirt road next to a couple of large cylinders that stood tall above the fields.
I turned off the lights and told her to follow me.
As we left my car, I made sure to leave the doors open with Billie Holiday playing over the speakers. (yes, I listen to Billie Holiday, I love her music)
Ice cream in hand we climbed up the ladder to the top of the cylinders.
Looking at the city lights we enjoyed each others’ company as we finished our ice cream.
It was Fall and the weather was slightly cold, the ice cream hadn’t helped, so looking out over the fields lit up by the moon we moved towards each other and I held her.
This was it, this was going to be the moment that… wait a minute… corn fields…
My actual most romantic first kiss
I ruined the moment and grinned. As I looked at the fields I asked her if she had ever ran and gotten lost in the corn fields.
I could tell it was a little frustrating but she smiled and said no.
“Would you get lost with me?”
She smiled, “yes”.
I grabbed her hand and together we climbed back down and walked to the edge of the field.
Tall stalks of corn stood looking down at us daring us to go inside.
I smiled as I looked back at her. “Do you trust me?”
I grabbed her hand, making sure to not lose her as we began running through the fields in random directions.
We ran, smiling and laughing until we were out of breath.
Finally we stopped, breathing heavy and looking at each other.
Under the stalks it’s almost completely dark, yet I could still see her smile.
I looked up and found my bearings then looked back at her.
With one hand I grabbed her waist and pulled her into me.
Moving in, my other hand reached out and pushed aside corn stalks, exposing the moon perfectly so it shined right down on us.
With the moon shining and the stars watching from above us I finally moved in and kissed her…
All giddy and smiling we continued our way maneuvering through the middle of the field.
We stumbled our way onto a dirt road a distance away from my car.
Talking, hand in hand, we walked back towards my car when I started hearing it but not making a mention of it.
I don’t know if she noticed at first.
As we were walking, I stopped and took a step away.
Sticking out my hand I made a gesture as if to join me for a dance.
She smiled and then it became clear.
Billie Holiday’s voice came over the speakers as we slow danced the night away under the moonlight…
Well there you have it. My most romantic first kiss.
Apologies if I trailed on too much. I feel like those moments are so vivid that I try to incorporate enough detail to give them some justice.
If you made it this far a couple of questions for you the reader.
Do you have movie moments in your life? Any remarkable first kisses you still remember?
Also, are you okay with me occasionally writing stories like this? I know it’s not something I often write about.
Please let me know in the comments below : )