Thursday, June 18, 2015

Another NF Birthday... and counting

Yay!! I am 28 years old!! Whoop-whoop!!

For my 18th birthday, I had a party at my house and invited all my friends. Even though I threw a party for my birthday every year, I remember being extremely excited. I also remember being extremely disappointed and crying... a lot.

All I wanted for my 18th birthday was to be kissed. I felt like a total outcast because I was the only one in my group of girlfriends that had not been kissed, and I did not like it. So, I made up my mind that I would get kissed that particular night by one special party guest.

I created this scenario in which he would take me aside. Pull me onto him with one hand and gently plant a kiss on me. Of course, he did not know that he would be the one giving me my first kiss, but that did not matter to me because somehow I  knew that somehow he would know.

He never made it to my party. So I began my 18th birthday thinking that I would live the rest of my life kiss-less. Yes, I know, it is just a wee bit dramatic. I did get kissed eventually... at the age of 23, but I am far from the person I used to be.  I used to dislike not being part of the inner circle, now I relish the fact.

You see, I have come to learn that things happen when they need to not a moment earlier or a moment later. The way I see it now,  if he would have kissed me, my life today would be completely different. To tell you the truth, I really like the way my life is right now.

For my 28th birthday, I got kissed... many times over by my boyfriend. The best part of this story is that I do not have to wait until next year to get kissed. All I have to do right now is look to my left,  and kiss Joe, my Lucky Charm.