The beginning
My 2nd "date" with Tim we met at Woody's Icehouse, our mutual favorite beer dive. It was a gorgeous warm nite so we were out on the patio, me perched on top of a picnic table & him standing in front of me. We talked for hours but seemed like only minutes. I'd never felt so close to anyone so quickly. Last call so we had to go. Tim lifted me off the picnic table & set my feet on the ground (yes, I'm that short). Then he took my hands and wrapped them around his neck. I was expecting a kiss, but instead he told me to put my feet on his & trust him. I giggled but did as he said & he put his arms around me and "danced" me to my car. He had no idea at the time that my Dad had done this when I was a child or how special it was to me. Once at my car he leaned me against it, dropped his arms & removed mine from his neck. He told me to close my eyes & I did, thinking Now he's going to kiss me! He kissed my forehead & both eyelids, then he gently cupped my face and .... nothing! I opened my eyes to see him caressing my face with his puppy-dog eyes & tilting his head side to side like a puppy does when it is trying to understand something new. I started to speak but he shook his head no & started leaning toward me. I thought, Finally! And then I felt him slurp my face from chin to tip of my nose!!!. He dropped his hands and walked away, asking over his shoulder: tomorrow?
I was 43, but giggled like a schoolgirl & can still feel the way my cheeks hurt from smiling on my drive home.
I also remember thinking, when I parked my car... S**t, Houston, we have a problem.... I think I love this guy!