I had the nicest day. I got up super early. Got the kids to the airport. Tried to engage them, but they were having none of it. Transition mode had set in. Did make them kiss me goodbye as I wistfully bid them a wonderful summer. Boy, I’m crazy about them. Forty-nine days will seem an eternity in many respects.
Okay, so then, I hung around the airport, Daisy in hand, to meet my date for the first time. I don’t want to embarrass her, as she reads this blog, but I can’t remember ever having such a nice first date. I felt a lot like a teenager learning how to date for the first time and was frequently tongue-tied and nervous. She, not being exceptionally talkative to begin with, had much the same issue, but for different reasons. It felt very much like Dad loaned me his car to take her to dinner and a movie.
Only, it was much better. The silences were comfortable. The smiles were transcendent, and the person I hoped would show up was there. My team won the basketball game and she beat me in pool. Despite the fact I personally coached the Monarchs all week due to Coach Whisenant’s recent absence, she still counts her pool victory as a personal one, thus more superior a win.
I have a new favorite hat.
If you kiss on the first date and it's not right, then there will be no second date. Sometimes it's better to hold out and not kiss for a long time. I am a strong believer in kissing being very intimate, and the minute you kiss, the floodgates open for everything else.
~Jennifer Lopez
Published on: Jun 18, 2006
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