I met her when I was all of 13. A short, skinny boy, precocious some would say. Awestruck the minute I met her -- she herself was somewhat scrawny, but beautiful (still is), and it was her humor and wit that drew me. Might sound cliché -- and it is -- but I'm attracted to those who intrigue me and tease what intellect I have rather than titillate my naughty bits. There was a summer I rode my woefully inadequate mountain bike to her house just to see her. Helped me get in better shape, yes, but it was about seeing her. Did everything short of a John Cusack "Say Anything" moment to catch her attention -- and we watched quite a few John Cusack flicks.
Anyway, it took over two years of pursuing her before our first kiss. I'm pretty sure she knew all along. It was perfection. I drove her home -- in my bright teal '95 Nissan Sentra -- I forget where from. She got out of the car, paused, then opened the passenger door and sat down. Told me -- words I will never forget -- "I think I'm in love with you." I can't for the life of me recall what I said. I hope it was something pithy at least. What I do know is that the kiss that followed was perfect, like straight out of a rom com, just passionate and anticipated and dreamt about for (literally) years. I hope whomever I spend the rest of years with can match that kiss, but it's a tall challenge. To this day, I still don't know how I made it home -- my legs were gelatin. I distinctly remember driving down North Alpine Road thinking to myself "did that just happen? did she actually kiss me?" Obviously it didn't work out -- mostly because I was a jackass (a common theme among my U-20 years), but that moment will live with me forever. --The latter not trying to be overly dramatic, but because it's true and meant that much and means that much still.
What's your defining "first love" moment?
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