Who would have thought that when indirectly asked to recount the best day of my life, a mere half hour would come to mind? Not to say that my life has been uneventful or unfulfilling in other situations, but only to acknowledge the fact that my long-time emotional thirst for such an event was quenched. Jane Doe had not diverged far from my thoughts for around a year and a half before that night. This night was an indelible night in which what I had been waiting patiently for had finally come, after what seemed like an eternity.
It was around 9:30 p.m. when I received the first text message which read, "r u home?". I replied yes and then asked why. Roughly five minutes later, I received a phone call from her letting me know that she was outside my house. A sense of excitement along with timidity became present as I headed to her car.
She first greeted me with an everyday hello, then gave a hug which was a bit tighter and longer than usual. Her Chanel perfume was exhilarating and she looked stunning even in clothes fit for lounging. During small talk I could tell that things were heading in an intimate direction. She began to gain passion in her body language and moving closer to me. Reading the signs, I knew that I needed to imitate her actions. Now, what we were talking about was indifferent and I was focused solely on becoming even closer yet. I was focused on moving towards a kiss. When thinking about how and when I would make the move, I was surprised by her putting her face right up to mine. She took care of ninety percent of the progression; I then quickly followed it with the remaining ten. When we kissed an intoxicating feeling rushed through my body. Although it was a kiss that would obviously lead no further, it was the most gratifying kiss I had experienced at that point in time. After the kiss she pulled away and looked and me and smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever witnessed. I then pulled her back in for another kiss, the second kiss surpassing the first in brilliance. From that point on, the tension was absent and we were entirely comfortable.
Leaning against the tailgate of my truck in the driveway, we began to discuss where we stood as far as our relationship. We established that we would see how things went from that night on while taking it slow. When she received a phone call summoning her home, I was sad that she had to leave but I was satisfied with what had taken place already. Before getting into her car I held her in my arms even tighter and longer than when she had arrived. As she drove away I was hoping that everything would continue in the direction it had been going in that night. Although the following days would prove it to be not that easy, that night was worth all the trouble that followed.
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