TSOU - Mashface Strikes!

I had made a critical error… I had asked her to a movie but had neglected to use the word “date” which made things a little difficult in the couple of days following. Were we or weren’t we. I had managed to ask her whether she wanted to get together that week sometime… maybe Valentine’s Day, to which she said maybe…. But only because she had so many midterms that day.
I sent flowers on Valentine’s Day. She liked them, and we made plans to get together on the 15th. I went over after teaching confirmation in Spruce Grove and we watched some TV before heading to my place to watch “Iron Giant” on DVD (totally sweet movie, I highly recommend it). During the movie we sat together (my roommate and one of our friends were there at first) and kinda sorta cuddled, again I think because we weren’t sure what we were to each other. The flick seemed a lot longer that time. After it was over my roommate decided it was time for bed (bless him…) and our other friend had departed a while before which left Candace and I alone to talk.
I don’t really remember the conversation particulars other than me asking if she wanted to be with me, and that she said yes. It was a brief conversation anyway. So then we talked for a bit, and I wanted to kiss her, but I had a small problem. I was running on a bit of a dry spell of, give or take, 1,200,369 years and had no idea how one went about kissing a girl for the first time. I wanted to make it special (oh it was special all right, back of the bus special) and just right. I am not sure what I was thinking, or why I moved as quickly as I did, I believe though that it was fast enough that the term “velocity” would not be out of place when expressing how fast my lips moved towards hers. I am of the firm belief that she had no idea what was coming and that she was perhaps glad to have survived the onslaught. I didn’t do very well. It was really just a peck, but so quickly she couldn’t even pucker.
I knew I had kind of blown it when I saw her face. She tried to hide the shock, and I could see her trying to figure out what to do. She was good about it and we laughed. I took her home, all the while thinking I still had a chance to redeem myself before the night was over with the ever popular “good night” kiss. I tried to calm myself, not wanting to be overly amorous again (amorous isn’t quite the right word…). As we walked up the stairs we were still chatting, things were all cool… and the time came.
Maybe I was trying to kiss someone behind her, perhaps my depth perception was totally messed up, or perhaps we were simply destined to have a memorable first kiss, but the second verse was the same as the first. I think we may have actually clacked our teeth together on that one. Thank goodness I am cute when I look sheepish or that may have been it then and there…
I have gotten better at it since, by the way…

TO BE CONTINUED…