Neal A. Maxwell

"Within the swirling global events- events from which we are not totally immune- is humanity's real and continuting struggle: whether or not, amid the cares of the world, we really choose, in the words of the Lord, to "care for the life of the soul." Whatever our anxious involvements with outward events, this inner struggle proceeds in both tranquil and turbulent times. Whether understood or recognized, this is the unchanging moral agendum from generation to generation."


Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Kiss Me

"The waiter yawned in the corner but we both ignored him and stayed and talked some more. And by the time I was wishing I'd washed my hair this morning instead of just bathed and was practically doubled over with gratefulness that I'd at least brushed my teeth, out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body- my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light." (The Help, page 171.)

On New Year's Eve, after we had all expended ourselves and had diminished to lumps on the floor and sofa, we got to telling stories. And what the stories came around to was everyone telling about their first kiss. This was hilarious. Out-of-your-mind hilarious. The actual events or details were secondary to the perspective the stories were told from. The boys versus the girls perspective. The predator versus the prey. My favorite one was of Shanna's "almost first kiss": basically, her being set up with a known player and him kissing her neck and ears during a movie. Her describing (with GREAT and PERSUASIVE passion) how wonderful it felt but her refusing to turn and let him kiss her in spite of his vocal pleas "turn your head....*smooch smooch* turn your head." I almust pee'd mahself laughin'. Second favorite story: Kristy dropping off her date at home after a stake dance and while in his driveway, she leans her seat back a little while they're talking. Suddenly, he came in to kiss her and in sudden expectation she inhaled deeply.... and then BLACKED OUT...but still woke up to him yet kissing her and just went along with it. To this day, he still doesn't know that Kristy was blacked out for a good portion of that 'make-out.' And can you believe one in the party had never kissed?! Breaks my heart! I love remembering the experience of a first kiss... or just a really good, memorable one. The first time Aaron kissed me, he dove in for it from at least 3 feet away and we knocked foreheads...then just started laughing. With my first boyfriend, Dan the Democrat (as my family referred to him), it was on the steps of the Maeser Building late at night in July. I remember when he pulled away, fireworks literally went off in the sky. (It was the night before Pioneer Day, but I still thought that was a awesome. Dumb Charlotte.) And my first kiss ever? Well, that is to be remembered:

April 20, 2000 (Thursday)
Here it is, the page I've wanted to write about my whole life. Today is the day I gave up my title to VL. And kissing is all the fireworks I've heard it to be. But it wasn't Jordan, not even Matt... Lane Olsen... I guess I'll tell how it happened. Actually, it was supposed to be last night at 10pm before I was officially 17 because I always wanted my first kiss to be when I was 16. I didn't go over because I thought he was kidding. Today in A Capella he swore he waited for me until 10:45pm and he said he was upset I stood him up. So, of course I rescheduled for tonight and when I went over there I didn't know what to expect. Obviously, he was serious. We walked over to Candice's and he asked me how I wanted it and if I had a special spot picked out. I said I was new at this and it was all him. We got all the way up to Candice's doorstep and decided it was just way to weird to kiss there so we backtracked and went off in the corner of her front yard. It took a while because I kept laughing and he said to just count to 10 and not laugh because then he would lose it. So, I said he just had to hurry and kiss me while I wasn't laughing. I laughed and stopped and he came closer and closer to me. Then, all of a sudden I was kissing him and my eyes were closed. I don't remember closing them or even leaning into the kiss. Well, it lasted for about a count of three and when he pulled away I felt somewhere between conscienceness and unawareness... like fireworks. I don't remember anything said at Candice's. I tried so hard to pay attention but I was paralyzed and couldn't think. I'm sure he noticed but he expected it. Candice didn't question me or us either; which was nice. Well, I guess it's done. I have given my Virgin lips away.

(And let me emphasize how completely out of it I was, I don't think an overdose on pain killers could have made me as loopy and incoherent as I was that night. Oh my. It was really something for me.)



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1 comment:

Carlile File said...

Bah ha ha ha...I love first kiss stories...and boy do I remember when Olsen laid it on you....okay I wasn't there but I remember you talking about it...pretty hilarious Charlotteee!