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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: General Interest
- Published: 10/19/2014
A Midnight Kiss
Born 1957, M, from Cameron Park, CA, United StatesMidnight Kiss
It was going to be today. He had touched her hand in the lunch line. It was more of a brush, but it was electrifying. Had he done it on purpose? She must have known of the intent. She blushed slightly, not knowing what to do or say. He followed her to the table and sat down opposite her and her friend. They didn't say much. A little talk of how bad the food was. He listened to her girlfriend chat about the physical education class and how dumb it was. The conversation slowed and her friend got up to get a drink. Now was his chance.
He said, “I'm kinda new here, just moved from Sacramento a month ago. What do you do around here for fun?” She giggled, not knowing what to say. He was good looking, and interested in her. She was pursued before but usually by rolly polly nerds, or guys that didn't think about anything but football or talking about themselves. They were usually in a group and didn't really talk to her one on one. “Well..” she said. “I usually play board games with my friends, or we watch tv. Nothing much.”
He smiled and said. “I hear there is a dance coming up, two Saturdays from now. Are you going?” She looked up from her food and slowly said. “No one has asked me yet”. He said, “Well I am, I mean, if you want to go”.
After a week of girl talk, watching him staying to the guys at lunch time, she started to doubt if he really liked her. Started to doubt whether she was pretty enough. They hadn't talked much since that day. Would she like the same things he liked, and most importantly would he like the things she liked? How could they go steady, if they weren't compatible? Her mind raced, and had gone so far as to think about wedding dresses, honey moons, what life would be like after the dance. Her friends thought she was crazy. They hadn't even been on a first date. He on the other hand didn't want to think about her, and that is why he hadn't talked to her. Instead, he was trying to take his mind off her, by hanging out with his buddies. He didn't know what to say to her. It was too difficult.
The dance came, he met her outside the entrance to the hall. He asked to pin the flower to her dress. She blushed. He fumbled. He did take her hand to escort her in. She felt better. They were both still a bit nervous, but went about saying hi to people they knew. Introducing each other to respective friends. The food was good, the music soft and they had their first dance. He wasn't a very good dancer or so it seemed. He stumbled a bit, like he was trying to remember where to put his feet. It didn't matter to her, they were dancing, and her friends were watching. This was fun. He was a gentleman and gracious. The evening ended quicker than she had wanted. It was already eleven thirty, and many had left because of curfew. But this was a special night. A dance night. Neither of them had to be in until twelve o'clock.
“This was fun.” he said as they walked out of the hall. “I hope you had a good time.” He looked like he was getting ready to do something. A kiss? “Yes, I liked it a lot. Maybe there will be another dance soon.” the words trailed away from her mouth, as she looked down. He stood directly in front of her and said. “I hope you don't think this is rude of me, but uh, I, uh, want you to know I really like you. In fact you are so beautiful, I feel like I am not in your league.” He quickly grabbed her hand and shook it, dropping a folded up piece of paper in it. “I'll see you around.” he turned and quickly shuffled off.
She was so confused. Walking back in the dark, up the steps, and to her room, she almost felt like crying. What was wrong. Didn't he want to kiss me, she thought? Was he too afraid? She closed the door to her room, unfolded the note and read.
“I just wanted you to know that the minute I set my eyes on you I couldn't turn away, or keep looking at you. I was hoping you were someone else. You look exactly like the girl I lost many years ago. After the war, I came back, she was gone. I have been searching for her ever since. I don't want my searching to hurt anyone else, as it has done over the years. I thought you might be her at first, but then I realized you weren't. Please forgive me. You are so beautiful, you have such a soft voice, and a kindness I will never forget. You are one of a kind.”
She inhaled deeply and exhaled with a sigh. Being a widow she understood. Even if she felt confused and stupid at the moment, something inside knew exactly how he felt. Oh well, it was okay. She had reclaimed a little joy of the first date, a handsome man with two left feet, gracious and kind if not a little misguided. She could forgive that. Her mind trailed to the thoughts of times past, as she gazed at the framed photo of a twenty two year old Marine. Lost over there, but ever residing here, in her heart. And that was enough for this old woman. She could continue on. After all, he said the same things her soldier had said. She was Beautiful. She was Soft. She was One of a Kind... As the clock turned to midnight, a tear rolled down her cheek. She picked up the picture, and kissed her husband gently goodnight.
A Midnight Kiss(Patrick McGoey)
Midnight Kiss
It was going to be today. He had touched her hand in the lunch line. It was more of a brush, but it was electrifying. Had he done it on purpose? She must have known of the intent. She blushed slightly, not knowing what to do or say. He followed her to the table and sat down opposite her and her friend. They didn't say much. A little talk of how bad the food was. He listened to her girlfriend chat about the physical education class and how dumb it was. The conversation slowed and her friend got up to get a drink. Now was his chance.
He said, “I'm kinda new here, just moved from Sacramento a month ago. What do you do around here for fun?” She giggled, not knowing what to say. He was good looking, and interested in her. She was pursued before but usually by rolly polly nerds, or guys that didn't think about anything but football or talking about themselves. They were usually in a group and didn't really talk to her one on one. “Well..” she said. “I usually play board games with my friends, or we watch tv. Nothing much.”
He smiled and said. “I hear there is a dance coming up, two Saturdays from now. Are you going?” She looked up from her food and slowly said. “No one has asked me yet”. He said, “Well I am, I mean, if you want to go”.
After a week of girl talk, watching him staying to the guys at lunch time, she started to doubt if he really liked her. Started to doubt whether she was pretty enough. They hadn't talked much since that day. Would she like the same things he liked, and most importantly would he like the things she liked? How could they go steady, if they weren't compatible? Her mind raced, and had gone so far as to think about wedding dresses, honey moons, what life would be like after the dance. Her friends thought she was crazy. They hadn't even been on a first date. He on the other hand didn't want to think about her, and that is why he hadn't talked to her. Instead, he was trying to take his mind off her, by hanging out with his buddies. He didn't know what to say to her. It was too difficult.
The dance came, he met her outside the entrance to the hall. He asked to pin the flower to her dress. She blushed. He fumbled. He did take her hand to escort her in. She felt better. They were both still a bit nervous, but went about saying hi to people they knew. Introducing each other to respective friends. The food was good, the music soft and they had their first dance. He wasn't a very good dancer or so it seemed. He stumbled a bit, like he was trying to remember where to put his feet. It didn't matter to her, they were dancing, and her friends were watching. This was fun. He was a gentleman and gracious. The evening ended quicker than she had wanted. It was already eleven thirty, and many had left because of curfew. But this was a special night. A dance night. Neither of them had to be in until twelve o'clock.
“This was fun.” he said as they walked out of the hall. “I hope you had a good time.” He looked like he was getting ready to do something. A kiss? “Yes, I liked it a lot. Maybe there will be another dance soon.” the words trailed away from her mouth, as she looked down. He stood directly in front of her and said. “I hope you don't think this is rude of me, but uh, I, uh, want you to know I really like you. In fact you are so beautiful, I feel like I am not in your league.” He quickly grabbed her hand and shook it, dropping a folded up piece of paper in it. “I'll see you around.” he turned and quickly shuffled off.
She was so confused. Walking back in the dark, up the steps, and to her room, she almost felt like crying. What was wrong. Didn't he want to kiss me, she thought? Was he too afraid? She closed the door to her room, unfolded the note and read.
“I just wanted you to know that the minute I set my eyes on you I couldn't turn away, or keep looking at you. I was hoping you were someone else. You look exactly like the girl I lost many years ago. After the war, I came back, she was gone. I have been searching for her ever since. I don't want my searching to hurt anyone else, as it has done over the years. I thought you might be her at first, but then I realized you weren't. Please forgive me. You are so beautiful, you have such a soft voice, and a kindness I will never forget. You are one of a kind.”
She inhaled deeply and exhaled with a sigh. Being a widow she understood. Even if she felt confused and stupid at the moment, something inside knew exactly how he felt. Oh well, it was okay. She had reclaimed a little joy of the first date, a handsome man with two left feet, gracious and kind if not a little misguided. She could forgive that. Her mind trailed to the thoughts of times past, as she gazed at the framed photo of a twenty two year old Marine. Lost over there, but ever residing here, in her heart. And that was enough for this old woman. She could continue on. After all, he said the same things her soldier had said. She was Beautiful. She was Soft. She was One of a Kind... As the clock turned to midnight, a tear rolled down her cheek. She picked up the picture, and kissed her husband gently goodnight.
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