Written by, The Single Sinner
So it’s official, I have a date. Actually, I’m not going to call it a date, its more of a ‘thing’. If I call it a date then I’ll just get myself worked up into a frenzy of what to wear, what to order without looking like a pig in full throttle etc. Plus I don’t think you can technically call it a date when there are going to be two other people there, can you?
The story is, a long time ago when I was 20, which makes me too old to be bothered by this but too young to settle for anything less than perfect, I met a guy called Benjie. He was tall, dark and handsome. Textbook handsome you might say. He was also unbelievable quiet and against my, sometimes, larger than life personality, this did not bode well. To be brutally honest, the only reason I was first attracted to him is because he had a distinct look of my first love, Joe, the guy who took the big V. All chiseled cheekbones and brooding good looks.
So the story continues to where we meet, go out for drinks and have an OK time, the end of night was near and he bends down to kiss me and wow, possibly the worst kiss of all time and believe me, I have kissed A LOT of frogs in the vain hope of finding my prince. Did I ever tell you about the time I went to an underage nightclub with my friends from school and I broke the record for kissing, or at that age should I say ‘getting off with’, 23 different boys. I was 15. Enough said.
Back to the kiss…so his lips met mine…and stayed there. It couldn’t even be classed as a lingering peck because his lips were slightly open. What should I do, do I stick my tongue in and open it up a bit more or do I force his lips to move with mine? I didn’t do anything so there we were, stood outside the bar stuck together like two fish on pause.
I’m telling you all this and you’re probably either laughing or cringing. The best bit is, Benjie is the guy I’m going on a ‘thing’ with. Now before you judge, I’m not going on a date, dam, thing with him because I’m desperate and single. I’m hoping that after five years and many, many girlfriends (I know this because I used to occasionally stalk him on Facebook) his kissing technique has improved.
We have mutual friends in common; my other BFF is in a relationship with Benjie’s BFF so I agreed to a double date thing with the four of us, eating Tapas at my favourite Cuban restaurant.
I’m kind of hoping if he does go in for the kiss, with other people there I can at least make a quick get away. I’ll let you know how it goes…wish me luck.
