Remember my post about my Year of Tens?
Well, yesterday was a Ten day (June 20th. 10+10=20, you know). Ten years ago, yesterday (in the evening sometime), Brandon kissed me for the first time. Yep!
What's that? You want to hear the story? Well, if you insist!
If you recall, our first date was on Wednesday, June 10, 1998 (a Ten!). It didn't take long (maybe four days) before we both realized that we were head-over-heels for each other. I remember we had our DTR (determine the relationship) on a Sunday evening (Wed to Sun is four days, right?). Brandon didn't want to date someone he worked with (we worked together), and I figured he was halting our relationship. Instead, he told me he was making an "exception" to his own rule because he liked me so darn much. Or something like that.
Anyway, thus began months of pure bliss. Of course, he was a gentleman, and after the first week, I figured he wouldn't kiss me for a while. In fact, the morning of June 20th, 1998, I told my mother on the phone that Brandon hadn't kissed me yet, there's nothing to worry about, and yes, I'm taking things slowly, and no, I'm not going to push myself on this man, come on, mom! I know better! Too funny, really, because later that night, Brandon took me on a real date. Real? Yes, real. As in, he borrowed a car from his cousin.
She was working the night shift at Target or something, and so she picked us both up and we dropped her off at work. I really liked his cousin (we totally bonded), and she let us take the car for the rest of the night. Soon after leaving her giggling in the parking lot (because I think she totally knew he was going to kiss me), Brandon proceeded to drive us up through Provo Canyon. He kept going and going. We then turned up the road that goes to Sundance Ski Resort and Aspen Grove Family Camp. And we kept driving.
Personally, I was floored at the beauty of the place. I had only been up to Sundance once in my life, and it was at night (for a Freshman ward activity thing a few months before). I had seen pictures he had of Aspen Grove (he worked there before his mission) and I honestly thought it was in Colorado or something. I was from Idaho, but I was from the plains of Idaho --the Snake River Valley, if you would, and we didn't have mountains quite like Mt. Timpanogos. Anyway, I was very excited with these turn of events.
He parked the car in the parking lot near the Mt. Timp trail head, and we started hiking up the trail; slowly, holding hands. We got about 1/2 a mile up the trail (or less?) and we stopped. He wrapped his arms around my waist and we just stood there, face-to-face and talked for a minute. The sun was setting, he kept looking at my mouth, and I was FREAKING OUT.
I hadn't been kissed on the mouth by a boy for almost 3 years.
I didn't know what to do! So I kept talking. And talking. And talking. I talked about the most random things, but I do remember babbling about other boys named "Brandon":
Hey, so there was this guy named Brandon and his mom was my piano teacher and he spelled his name like yours but there was this guy in my high school classes named Branden but he spelled his name with an "e" and hey you have a good name and Brandon is pretty common isn't it and did you know...
I learned later that although Brandon was smiling at me throughout this whole ordeal, he was thinking "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!! I can't kiss you with you talking! Shut up!"
Anyway, my thoughts finally ran out, and I said:
And he leaned in for the kill.
It wasn't long, it wasn't short --it was awesome. I can't say for certain that it was all fireworks and what-not, but it sure was full of chemistry! Sweet, sweet chemistry. Sigh...
Okay, now it's your turn. I want you to tell me about the first time you kissed your spouse. Or if you do not have a spouse, please tell me about a first kiss experience that rocked! Or didn't rock. Whichever. :)