(don't judge the song lyric today. Google provided.)
Today's been...the sort of day I don't even want to talk about.
So I wanted to answer a happy question. (I need more questions, or we'll move onto PACE rules and regs. You've been warned.)
Since John told us all about your first date, I'm going to be greedy/nosy and inquire into your and John's first kiss.
Or, alternately, YOUR first kiss. :D I'm feeling soppy tonight, what can I say?
Right. Well. First things first - my first kiss really wasn't anything special, I'm afraid. In a club (I was underage) in Bristol. I don't remember his name - if I ever knew it. It was wet, sloppy and more a vague distraction from his hands down my jeans. It really wasn't very noteworthy.
However, fast forward 30 years and...
John and I had been out to dinner. Which was a first - until then it had been coffee and daytime meetings.
So, we had a lovely dinner, and afterward, being a gent (and with no ulterior motives!) I obviously offered to walk John home. (He couldn't have walked me home - not South of the river at that time of night :) )
We chatted, and walked and then suddenly there was his front door and the night was going to end and I didn't know what to do, except that I had to do something, because ...well, just because.
So after a moment of hesitation where I don't think either of us quite knew if we should shake hands, have a hug or what I thought the worst he could do was punch me in the face if I'd got it wrong. So I put on hand on his waist and leaned forward and....
he laughed. Which made me laugh. And then, between giggles, he told me I looked far too serious. Which I undoubtedly did. And probably reasonably confused, too. Anyway, then we were laughing and leaning closer and...it just seemed the right thing to do. So we kissed. We didn't stand in the street snogging like teenagers, it was just a short, sweet kiss. Nowhere near long enough, even though it seemed to last forever. We had a bit of hug and promised to see each other again soon.
And when I finally left to head for the tube we held hands until we had to let go, him on the step to his flat, me walking away, looking at him, trying not to walk into a lamppost.
I pretended not to notice the two little faces pressed against the window upstairs, who had clearly watched our every move, despite it being well past bedtime...