The End In the Beginning

Why hello dear readers. As the more avid amongst you will undoubtedly have noticed, there is no longer a day counter on the right-hand column of my blog. Oh no dear readers there is not. That counter has counted it's last day, ending on day eight thousand two hundred eighty two. 8282. That is the day that I finally had my first kiss.

It is Valentine's Day. I am thoroughly un-boyfriended and beyond cute. The oh-so koo-l Koo Koo Kangaroo were having a performance. I love them. So I rounded up the troops and we set off for what ended up being a pretty incredible night.

The venue where they were performing was, shall we say, cozy. There was a fire-pit outside and people were gathered around. At all their performances Koo Koo Kangaroo has the supplies to make friendship bracelets laid out so their fans and their soon-to-be-fans can craft and socialize. So while waiting for the performances to start we were all mostly gathered around the fire crafting. It was just like girls camp...but with boys.

The performances began and the warm-up bands played. They were all rather fun. Between the second and third sets I got a chance to talk to Bryan and have him sign my t-shirt. I had made a t-shirt with Bryan and Neil heart-guys.

The heart-guys. Neil is left Bryan is right.

The third band started and they were awesome. The boy in the band looked like Joe Jonas. It was pretty cool. Then it was time for Koo Koo Kangaroo to take the stage.

Koo Koo Kangaroo took the stage in all their glory and awesomeness. We picked up our feet and stomped it, stomped it. We a-o-a-ed. We were pirates and ninjas. We shook our feet. We thought colors were awesome. And I'll just stop right there happily because the best sounding letters are LMNOP.

So the show got over. It was over too soon as far as I was concerned. Koo Koo Kangaroo is so much fun. So my friends and I were milling around by the fire-pit just talking. I think it was my friend "Lisa" that suggested I should see if Bryan would kiss me, as this would make an excellent first kiss story. Plus Bryan is awesome. So after lots of internal and external talking myself into having the courage to ask (and copious amounts of lip-balm), I stand in line to talk with Bryan.

"Hey Bryan. I have a question and it's totally cool if you say no. But I have never kissed anyone before, and I was wondering if you would give me my first kiss..." I ask feeling like a total tool.

"For reals? Even with my chipped tooth?" he questions in reply.

"Yeah. But it's cool if you say no."

And then I'm not sure what happened next. Maybe he said something. Maybe I dithered on some more. Who knows. Because the next thing I remember happening is Bryan kissing me. Not a chaste and swift peck. A rather long (it seemed) kiss. And then a little bit of tongue. I was in shock to begin with with.Oh my goodness. He's kissing me. I'm being kissed. What's going on? I know I'm supposed to do something. Like move my lips. Or kiss back. I can't do that. I don't know how. I totally should have practiced on the back of my hand as a child. I did say I'd never kissed someone before. He can't expect me to be like a professional at this. Oh my goodness. There is tongue. Aaaah! I wasn't prepared for that. Aaaaah! So I pull away. I don't know what happens next. Lots of talking with my friends. 

Bryan says "Oh I didn't even dip you."

So next thing I know, I am having my second ever kiss. The exact same panic floods through my mind.  I'm doing this wrong. I'm making a fool of myself. Amber...why aren't you even trying to kiss back. Oh you're a fool. This is so new to me. I'm glad to know that I was right about enjoying kissing. I always was sure I would. I'm sure I'd have more fun if everyone wasn't watching...and if I was participating. Why are you just being a dead fish, Amber? He brings me back up. I think I giggle and say thank you. He says something about next time we'll need to work up to tongues. I am still slightly in shock. I think I said something in reply. But have no idea what. It didn't really hit me until we got to the car. Then I fully understood.

I am no longer VL. I have kissed a guy. (Well mostly he kissed me, but it counts.) My first kiss was with one of the coolest guys ever who is in a band that I love, on Valentine's Day, after going to one of the best shows ever.

I defy anyone else to have a better first kiss story.

P.S. How was the kiss? Not that I have a lot of experience, and not that I was able to process a whole lot during my panic stricken moments, BUT it was very nice. I wish I had participated more, rather than being passively kissed. Oh well. He definitely wasn't lacking in enthusiasm. *blush

The blurry, not so good picture that "Mike" took of my first kiss. *blush again.