Kisses
Michelle on Jan 07 2007 at 5:52 am | Filed under: The Stories
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Until I was 33, I had always thought that “swollen lips” and “ripped bodices” were something that came out of cheesy romance novels. Not that I would ever read such a thing, of course. This misconception was shattered one night after a stunning dance performance by the man who would later become my husband and the father of my second child.
Drinking liberally, we went out to my car for some old-fashioned necking. I mean, I suppose it was old-fashioned, given the bodice ripping and all that. And that dress was the best fitting one I’ve ever owned too, a $350 number purchased at the Neiman Marcus outlet for a mere $40.
Returning to the venue, I went to the restroom to adjust my poor bodice, and discovered that my lips looked bee-stung. I had Angelina Jolie lips. Actually, more like Angelina Jolie lips that had been stung by three or four bees with plenty of venom in their stingers. They were nice and red, too, no need for lipstick.
I remember staring at myself in the mirror and wondering who I was, at 33, with these lips and a ripped dress. It was a feeling of curiosity rather than shame, and I went out and joined the dancers in their celebration. In the loose wildness of the night, my other left foot righted itself and I danced like a princess with my partner, eliciting questions from others about whether I too was a professional dancer. I, who cannot remember the most basic steps to Salsa today, cleared the floor with my partner. Heard applause. It was magic.
It might have been the wine, it might have been the King of All Crushes who was leading me, but perhaps it was the kisses?
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Great story, and since I can’t dance a lick, even better for my imagination. Yup. was the kisses.
I was reading a bit, seeing as I am up, and noticed a few things. Sorry about the troubles you are having leaving the house. And sorry about hubby I have CFS and it’s tough at times.
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What a great story…and told SO well!
And yes….I think it was the kisses
That was wonderful!!
Oh, that was lovely- and surely it was the kisses!
I remember lips like that… I don’t remember any bodice-ripping, however
Then I need lots of kisses because I’m a terrible dancer! Great anecdote.
Ah, Michelle… that made me smile! Thanks!
Simply scrumptious!
Well Michelle, there goes that myth that teachers are mild, meek creatures! *grin* Have a good week there.
Great STory! Glad you married him! Hope your still having a passionate time!
What a great memory, Michelle!! It might have been all of the above
Truly an enjoyable little read … much peace, JP