For The First Time For The Last Time...

On the evening of our high school graduation, it was the usual fare. Everyone was decked out in their formal attire, guys in tuxedos and girls in their wide assortment of prom gowns. I graduated in a small class, being that it was a small rural high school, so everyone pretty much knew everyone else. It was what you expected from a grad night, the usual giddy anxiousness and impending release of inhibitions. Everyone was kind of amped up, including me, the usually reserved and quiet "nerd" of the class. All of my classmates were there, including S. This girl was one of those quiet "girl next door" kind of girls. She wasn't a cheerleader or an athlete, nor was she one of those "popular" girls. She was just a very sweet, likable and unassuming person who also, at least I thought so, happened to be one of the most beautiful women I had yet met in my short 17 years of life. Needless to say, I harbored a very strong crush on her all throughout high school, one which I never revealed or acted upon, because, let's be honest, she was gorgeous and I was the class nerd. It doesn't work like it does in the movies. That's ok, whatever, I was content to admire her from a distance.

This was to be the last time we would all be together in this kind of setting before we were finished high school and all went our separate ways. We were all milling about in the off-room of the gym, preparing to make our entrance onto the stage for our official grad march and I decided I wanted to, tell her how beautiful she looked that night. Not really sure what came over me that night as normally the very thought of doing approaching a girl like that would normally render me speechless (or worse). Maybe it was the energy of the night, or maybe it was the 2 rye and Cokes I had before I got there. Who knows. Regardless, I summoned the courage from parts unknown and walked up to her, still not really sure what I was going to say or how I would say it. I cleared my throat, gently took her hand and kissed it saying, "S, you look absolutely beautiful tonight".

A pause. Uh oh, what did I just do?

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she smiled and gave me the biggest, yet most loving bear hug I've ever gotten from a 105-lb woman, kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear "Thank you so much". I didn't really know what to do or say after that, so I just smiled while she proceeded to take MY hand and kissed it! She then smiled again and returned to her group of friends.

What happened after that is what I knew exactly would happen. The school year quickly ended and that would be the last time I would ever see her or talk to her.

I never really thought about that moment until I joined this group and started thinking that sometimes a simple, gentle kiss on the hand can make someones day and create a bittersweet memory that you carry with you forever.

Tuva Tuva
31-35, M
13 Responses Jul 2, 2011

Thank you. :)

itis a lost art<br />
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and most people do not want to take the time to make love it is clearly all about sex the hell with nice slo love and playing with each other<br />
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it is like opening door for others pulling there chairs out then sliding them in it is a lost art in people today<br />
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it is like repsecting the other it is a lost art

Very true, I guess there IS some art to it, isn't there? :)

I know, eh? :)

Yeah, looking back on it, it was one of those special moments that always sticks with you even year later. Don't worry, you're not the only one who would blush. I think she blushed quite a bit too. :)

Wooow that girl was really really nice. I have never thought of doing it to a guy but I would blush if someone do it to me. It is very flattering, and I dont know how to express thank you for it. Oh well, it is a really sweet memory, glad that your compliment resulted a good thing!

Well, I guess in a way, it was a nice memory to have, even if it didn't turn out like a fairy tale. I just wish that I could have been just as bold for the other 99.9% of my life.

Beautiful story :)

Don't worry Kris, I see much more than Skittles in your future. ;)

YUM!...OATMEAL!!! ( im an oatmeal kinda girl( whatever that means)).<br />
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He was a jack ***. Oh well. :D

Skittles? Wow, what a smooth operator he was, eh? Hahaha! Could have been worse, I mean, who doesn't like Skittles? :P<br />
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And I'm glad you enjoy the mushiness. I'm just like a big old bowl of soggy oatmeal. XD

My girliness is something that should not be released. If it is then thats a sign of the Apocalypse. <br />
What wonderful moment though. (aww).<br />
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I think the most romantic thing that happened to me in highschool was when my then boyfriend brought me a bag of skittles. (lame)<br />
But still back to your mushiness. AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

It's ok Kris, let your girliness out. :)<br />
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Yeah, I can be mushy sometimes when the mood strikes me, and it was something that I almost forgot about until recently. One of those perfect moments that stick with you all your life. <br />
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Just be patient. You're a wonderful young woman who deserves a good hand-kiss. :)

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!IM BEING ABSOLUTELY GENUINE... when i say thats just the sweetest thing ever. I wish someone would do that for me. ( Tries to hold back the girliness trying to come out).