Blogoff Post # 9 – KISS
This is Blogoff Post #9. Each week, raising funds for Breast Cancer research, we blog on a one-word topic. We then vote on each other’s posts and the person with the least votes is eliminated from the blogoff.
I was the props girl on the pantomime. He had one of the leading roles.
He would give me a lift home after rehearsals, which was dangerous, because I was developing a huge crush. And who could blame me? He was absolutely gorgeous. Picture Harrison Ford of the Han Solo era, but with blonder hair.
Our theatre group was staging three performances in one day at the local RSL club, the weekend before Christmas. I had no sleep the night before. I had baby-sat for my next door neighbour and she’d arrived home at 7.30 in the morning. Being a dutiful and responsible babysitter, I had stayed up all night. I went home, had a shower, got dressed and caught a train out to the venue.
It must have been my lack of sleep that made me so brazen. Between matinees, I gave the object of my desire a Christmas card. I signed it ‘XXX. These kisses can be collected at any time in person.’
After the last performance, he collected.
Blame my lack of sleep. I seized the moment. I didn’t let this gorgeous man get away with a peck on the lips. No way. I went for a full-on pash. Never let an opportunity pass you by!
He pulled back in surprise and said, ‘Hang on! I’m sweet and innocent you know!’ And I smiled. Yeah, right! Then he said, ‘That was nice, let’s do that again.’
Yummy. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was one of the most memorable. Probably because it fuelled my fantasies even further. He was so handsome, and a nice guy. But in the end, he was also the perfect gentleman. I would’ve been willing to go anywhere, do anything with him but he never once took advantage of me. So now he’s just a very fond memory.