Last night on the radio was a silly little country song about remembering your first kiss. I asked Kevin about his and he told me the story of walking down a snow covered street with his date for the night, holding hands, and having his first kiss. It was very sweet. I told him about sneaking off the playground with Kyle Castle and kissing in a door way in front if his friend Carl on a dare. Of course, the major difference here is that Kevin was in 11th grade and I was in 4th grade. So I’ve go about seven years more kissing experience on my resume but he’s a surprisingly fast learner so I have no complaints.

After laughing over this, we both sat quietly in the car for a moment and then Kevin turned to me and said, “I don’t remember our first kiss. Do you?”

I didn’t either.

Strange, huh? I suppose, at the time, Kevin was just some guy I had gone on a few dates with. I didn’t know that we would last through college and long after into marriage so when that first kiss did happen, I didn’t bother to savor the moment. I wish I had.

We were able to piece together some foggy recollections of an early kiss and have decided to name that the first kiss. Seems kind of strange that my most memorable kisses where with people other than my husband. In retrospect, Kevin has decided that if he could go back in time, he’d start kissing sooner. Upon further questioning, he has assured me that women were throwing themselves at him all during high school but he was too shy to put the moves on them. All I can say is if Kevin gets to go back in time to use is moves, I get to follow so I can watch. Having been the object o’ Kevin moves, I can assure you, watching Kevin playing Rico Suave in highschool would be hilarious.

Which actually leads me into a bit of a side rant. What’s wrong with cute??? I mean, every time I tell a man he’s cute, he gets all upset. “No, no,” he cried in protest “I don’t want to be cute. I want to be dangerous and mysterious and sexy. Anything but cute!” Kevin constantly become upset when he tries for sexy and I respond by squealing “oh Kevin, you are just soooo cute!” But he still insists that he is trying to jump from cute to sexy even though I much prefer cute. Silly Kevin.