Gaelen & me: First Kiss
I already wrote about our first kiss, but I just posted about it on my iHeart profile and I'm all tickled pink by how clever I am, so I'm reposting it here as well. I started by talking about Alex (new Kazum guy who quickly became my best friend).
Alex is the Big Brother Elect of his roommate, a delightful and saucy young lady named Gaelen. I met her soon after meeting him, but she obviously had no interest in Alex's geeky older pal. She was very friendly and all, but totally not my type. Short, bleached hair, obviously lesbian, kind of a fairy-punk look. Gorgeous, stylish in a "Fuck Conformity" sorta way, and about as interested in me as I am interested in pro football. (Not Very.)
After a few weeks, though, she made it past the dorky nerd exterior that hides my dorky nerd interior. But the interior is mixed with cool person, which she responded well to. After a few times hanging out together with Alex & my pals, she confessed some interest in me. Not long after that, I went on a midnight walk with her and Aaron (my sister's 20-year-old roommate who's totally awesome and one of the best guys I've ever met.) We walked through a nearby nature park, which was gorgeous at 1:00 am. She held my hand, and I was giddily elated, much like a puppy-dog who's just discovered his willy. (Aw, romantic imagery, *sigh*) At one point the night conspired to create the perfect ambiance for a First Kiss. Being a veteran of lousy ambiance, I immediately knew that something was up simply 'cause it was so very different.
"Eh, what's this?" I cleverly avoided asking the night, "Romantic ambiance?"
It was like the "Kiss The Girl" scene in the Little Mermaid, 'cept in a forest. A brook was trickling merrily past, pealing out notes of music like a chime made of delicate crystal hearts on strings. The moon was all fuzzy with cloudage, and shattered by the wildly interlacing angles of late-autumn branches. The woods were lovely, dark and deep, but I had no promises to keep, thank you Mr. Frost. Aaron was climbing busily over the brook atop a fallen tree-trunk, his attention claimed by the slippery likelihood of an early-morning plunge into whatever was making the brook act so animated. I was holding hands with an angelic vision of beauty who'd earlier confessed an inkling of attraction for me. As my eyes glanced past hers, my heart siezed itself by the ventricles and demanded, "Thump-THUMP!?" which is aortan for "Are you mental, or WHAT!?" My blood pumped avidly beneath my face, carrying the underlying message, "Kiss her you fool. Soon the frogs will be forced to start singing Disneyesque love songs."
I'm no dummy. I know a perfect moment when it's passed by, and that night I wasn't about to let it happen again. I drew my gaze back to Gaelen's angelic visage, and my heart started krumping eagerly in its bony prison. At this moment any self-respecting dude would be nearly paralyzed by worries like, "Am I coming in too fast? Does my breath reek of anything? Was that Aaron plummeting to a watery doom?" Not I! For some reason (I suspect benign alien mind-soothing rays) I was smiling gently as I bent toward her. Even when her eyes got ENORMOUS just before closing, and then there was motion as her lips met and rose toward mine, but still I failed to flub things up, which is massive freakin' proof of extraterrestrial influence or the existence of God. Then there was a big burst of light as though the moon was a strobe that had waited for eons for its perfect moment to pulse. My heart finally gave out and went soft & mushy like my head, and as the magical light faded I felt my arms pulling her against me. Good ol' arms, I'm a big fan of theirs after that little touch they came up with on their very own. I honestly have no idea how long the kiss lasted; for all I know Aaron might've been frozen in some awkward, about-to-plummet position but trying to give me my moment for an hour or more. Or maybe it was only a few seconds. Doesn't matter; time had been suitably impressed by my heart-krump and it gave me a hall pass until business was taken care of.
As we pulled apart her eyes sparkled in perfect time with the tingling I felt in my extremities. I heard chimes from somewhere nearby, like Tinkerbell was getting totally ripped on pirate rum and starting her own heavy metal fairy band. The earlier pulse from the moon had washed all the color out of everything, and Gaelen's face was sepia-toned which worked out well because her image was burned forever into my memory. All that's lacking is a superimposed old-style script reading, "Purtiest gal in Stumptown*."
We smiled goofily at one another for a moment and then time noticed us lurking outside the door of reality and gave a silent but compelling *tick*. I grinned like the fool that I was/am and leaned down for a quick follow-up peck on the lips. Sounds like a dumb thing to do (go figger) but somehow it worked out really well. We turned back toward Aaron who was caught in the act of pretending to just barely turn around and notice us. Someone said something unimportant and reality reasserted itself and didn't vanish unexpectedly again until almost 24 hours later when Gaelen took me to her bed for the first time.
But that's a whole 'nother story, and not one that gets told at all, let alone posted in a public blog.
* This makes much more sense if you know that Stumptown is one of Portland's nicknames.
Alex is the Big Brother Elect of his roommate, a delightful and saucy young lady named Gaelen. I met her soon after meeting him, but she obviously had no interest in Alex's geeky older pal. She was very friendly and all, but totally not my type. Short, bleached hair, obviously lesbian, kind of a fairy-punk look. Gorgeous, stylish in a "Fuck Conformity" sorta way, and about as interested in me as I am interested in pro football. (Not Very.)
After a few weeks, though, she made it past the dorky nerd exterior that hides my dorky nerd interior. But the interior is mixed with cool person, which she responded well to. After a few times hanging out together with Alex & my pals, she confessed some interest in me. Not long after that, I went on a midnight walk with her and Aaron (my sister's 20-year-old roommate who's totally awesome and one of the best guys I've ever met.) We walked through a nearby nature park, which was gorgeous at 1:00 am. She held my hand, and I was giddily elated, much like a puppy-dog who's just discovered his willy. (Aw, romantic imagery, *sigh*) At one point the night conspired to create the perfect ambiance for a First Kiss. Being a veteran of lousy ambiance, I immediately knew that something was up simply 'cause it was so very different.
"Eh, what's this?" I cleverly avoided asking the night, "Romantic ambiance?"
It was like the "Kiss The Girl" scene in the Little Mermaid, 'cept in a forest. A brook was trickling merrily past, pealing out notes of music like a chime made of delicate crystal hearts on strings. The moon was all fuzzy with cloudage, and shattered by the wildly interlacing angles of late-autumn branches. The woods were lovely, dark and deep, but I had no promises to keep, thank you Mr. Frost. Aaron was climbing busily over the brook atop a fallen tree-trunk, his attention claimed by the slippery likelihood of an early-morning plunge into whatever was making the brook act so animated. I was holding hands with an angelic vision of beauty who'd earlier confessed an inkling of attraction for me. As my eyes glanced past hers, my heart siezed itself by the ventricles and demanded, "Thump-THUMP!?" which is aortan for "Are you mental, or WHAT!?" My blood pumped avidly beneath my face, carrying the underlying message, "Kiss her you fool. Soon the frogs will be forced to start singing Disneyesque love songs."
I'm no dummy. I know a perfect moment when it's passed by, and that night I wasn't about to let it happen again. I drew my gaze back to Gaelen's angelic visage, and my heart started krumping eagerly in its bony prison. At this moment any self-respecting dude would be nearly paralyzed by worries like, "Am I coming in too fast? Does my breath reek of anything? Was that Aaron plummeting to a watery doom?" Not I! For some reason (I suspect benign alien mind-soothing rays) I was smiling gently as I bent toward her. Even when her eyes got ENORMOUS just before closing, and then there was motion as her lips met and rose toward mine, but still I failed to flub things up, which is massive freakin' proof of extraterrestrial influence or the existence of God. Then there was a big burst of light as though the moon was a strobe that had waited for eons for its perfect moment to pulse. My heart finally gave out and went soft & mushy like my head, and as the magical light faded I felt my arms pulling her against me. Good ol' arms, I'm a big fan of theirs after that little touch they came up with on their very own. I honestly have no idea how long the kiss lasted; for all I know Aaron might've been frozen in some awkward, about-to-plummet position but trying to give me my moment for an hour or more. Or maybe it was only a few seconds. Doesn't matter; time had been suitably impressed by my heart-krump and it gave me a hall pass until business was taken care of.
As we pulled apart her eyes sparkled in perfect time with the tingling I felt in my extremities. I heard chimes from somewhere nearby, like Tinkerbell was getting totally ripped on pirate rum and starting her own heavy metal fairy band. The earlier pulse from the moon had washed all the color out of everything, and Gaelen's face was sepia-toned which worked out well because her image was burned forever into my memory. All that's lacking is a superimposed old-style script reading, "Purtiest gal in Stumptown*."
We smiled goofily at one another for a moment and then time noticed us lurking outside the door of reality and gave a silent but compelling *tick*. I grinned like the fool that I was/am and leaned down for a quick follow-up peck on the lips. Sounds like a dumb thing to do (go figger) but somehow it worked out really well. We turned back toward Aaron who was caught in the act of pretending to just barely turn around and notice us. Someone said something unimportant and reality reasserted itself and didn't vanish unexpectedly again until almost 24 hours later when Gaelen took me to her bed for the first time.
But that's a whole 'nother story, and not one that gets told at all, let alone posted in a public blog.
* This makes much more sense if you know that Stumptown is one of Portland's nicknames.
posted by Scott | 6:38 PM
2 Comments:
I love reading your posts - always have. I confess I no longer read them but have my computer read them to me while I work. It makes it quite entertaining... your amazing descriptive stanzas being verbalized by a monotone computer voice. It makes me smile... you should try it.
Passing thought - I wonder if Aaron would describe the night in the forest the same way.
Aaron surely has much to say about the evening. :) He has a crush on Gaelen, though he didn't intend to follow up on it so he's a very gracious loser. But I'd love to get his perspective as well. I'd also like to get Gaelen's, come to think of it.
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