I Remember My First Kiss
I knew her a few weeks. I was 17. Young, stupid and romantic. I didn't had big social life at that time. Sometimes, party here and there. A few pubs with live music were open in my city usually on weekends. Sort of disco and pop music - 80's. One was to dress in certain way, dance in a way, and behave like them otherwise one didn't had a chance to connect. Usually, I stood against the wall, danced alone or walked around just to kill time.
It was a weekend when I decided to go crazy. I went to the pub to spent some lonely hours. She was there dancing with her friends - all colorful. She looked like punk but I sensed that she came from the high society. Just her mannerisms and the way she moved around. There was something profound about her. She had short hair tied up with all colors of the rainbow on it. She wore long purple stockings and heavy red shoes, short skirt and red leather jacket. Hands were all in gloves with no fingers. I looked at her whenever I could, but I was hiding as I never wanted to be noticed.
Usually it was like that – a few fast dances, everybody going mad, total exhaustion and break, something slow you could grab somebody and dance with them.There came a slow dance. I was standing in a corner - just the most abandoned one ever, all dark and spooky. It was great that nobody even noticed that I existed. She marched towards me. I thought I was dreaming. It was the best time to run but it happened so fast that I was surprised and there was no way out from the freaking corner.
She appeared in front of me, looked at the biggest loser ever and said,"You were staring at me."
I tried to come up with something brilliant to drop her on her knees, to show how smart I was and everything but I could only utter ,"Meee?"
"Yes," she said. "All the time. I am leaving now. Would you come along with me?" She took my hand and pulled me outside.
We walked and walked. She was talking about her life, her feelings, life on other planets, her dreams … I was listening. I was one big ear trying to say something but I could not. It was pretty bad. I felt powerless. I felt like drunk. I could not find anything - even remotely close to her beauty. I could not say anything. I thought I am losing it but...
"You are different,"she said and added,"You don’t talk nonsense. I like that."
She was in ballet school. Dance was her life. She showed me. She tried dance with me. I guess elephant could be better. She was laughing and laughing about it. She was so happy when I was trying to keep up.
"Don’t worry, " she said. "I will teach you how to dance. I will show you how to feel it."
We were meeting almost every day. She was choosing places. Abandoned houses, old bridges, hidden parks. After three weeks she took me on the beach. We were siting there for a while.
Then she said,"I am seeing this older man. He won't let me go." She kissed me and left. I thought to die now is the best way to go now. I went to the sea but water was so cold. I postponed and I never saw her again.
It was a weekend when I decided to go crazy. I went to the pub to spent some lonely hours. She was there dancing with her friends - all colorful. She looked like punk but I sensed that she came from the high society. Just her mannerisms and the way she moved around. There was something profound about her. She had short hair tied up with all colors of the rainbow on it. She wore long purple stockings and heavy red shoes, short skirt and red leather jacket. Hands were all in gloves with no fingers. I looked at her whenever I could, but I was hiding as I never wanted to be noticed.
Usually it was like that – a few fast dances, everybody going mad, total exhaustion and break, something slow you could grab somebody and dance with them.There came a slow dance. I was standing in a corner - just the most abandoned one ever, all dark and spooky. It was great that nobody even noticed that I existed. She marched towards me. I thought I was dreaming. It was the best time to run but it happened so fast that I was surprised and there was no way out from the freaking corner.
She appeared in front of me, looked at the biggest loser ever and said,"You were staring at me."
I tried to come up with something brilliant to drop her on her knees, to show how smart I was and everything but I could only utter ,"Meee?"
"Yes," she said. "All the time. I am leaving now. Would you come along with me?" She took my hand and pulled me outside.
We walked and walked. She was talking about her life, her feelings, life on other planets, her dreams … I was listening. I was one big ear trying to say something but I could not. It was pretty bad. I felt powerless. I felt like drunk. I could not find anything - even remotely close to her beauty. I could not say anything. I thought I am losing it but...
"You are different,"she said and added,"You don’t talk nonsense. I like that."
She was in ballet school. Dance was her life. She showed me. She tried dance with me. I guess elephant could be better. She was laughing and laughing about it. She was so happy when I was trying to keep up.
"Don’t worry, " she said. "I will teach you how to dance. I will show you how to feel it."
We were meeting almost every day. She was choosing places. Abandoned houses, old bridges, hidden parks. After three weeks she took me on the beach. We were siting there for a while.
Then she said,"I am seeing this older man. He won't let me go." She kissed me and left. I thought to die now is the best way to go now. I went to the sea but water was so cold. I postponed and I never saw her again.
By:
Bolek
Age:
41-45
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Male
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