Well, it happened. No, not THAT! THAT will not be shared in this blog. (Come on, I need something to myself, okay?) I just meant I kissed someone. Actually he kissed me. Or we kissed. However you want to say it - there were kisses. I was out with some friends a couple weeks ago and before I knew it, a 'happy hour' turned into 'a night out' which eventually became 'time to go home'. One of the guys I was out with happened to live near me, so we decided to share a cab. And yes, I believe I actually thought that was all that was happening. And then he kissed me. It was funny (not the kiss!) but just that I was surprised by it a little. I mean he was a nice, good looking, decent guy. And I wasn't all that bad either, right? Why should this surprise me? Well it did for some reason. Maybe because I had been with the same person for so many years and I hadn't as much as kissed anyone since he left. (That may be pathetic to some, but ultimately I knew what was best for me during my fragile emotional state. And sleeping around - not that I've ever been that type or even had the time for that matter - would not have helped. So instead nothing had happened. Until now.) So we kissed. Woo Hoo! I was moving on!!!! Okay, really...it was totally innocent and I had no idea if it would happen again or not. And to be honest, I wouldn't be surprised either way. After what I had been through in the past year, I had learned that life was certainly unpredictable like that. I know I enjoyed it in the moment and that's all that really mattered. I would just remain open to whatever came my way.
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