...I was a pretty dorky 7th grader, and had somehow landed an incredible girlfriend, Kim...I desperately wanted to be entertaining, interesting, everything she was looking for in a boyfriend - I also wanted Kim to be the first girl I kissed.
My parents were pretty supportive of me and my friends, and agreed to allow me to host parties at our home, mostly in our basement. The basement was always a place that attracted me, yet scared me. It had concrete floors, a low, unfinished wood beam ceiling - the kind that the house's electricity ran along the beams with those white ceramic conductors. It had a hulking furnace that roared at you when it fired up and a large oil container, all in the main room. There were two side rooms, my Dad's workshop and the laundry room. I had a pretty cool Williams pinball machine that was a lot of fun. As a kid, I always loved playing down there, but it was not well lit and the shadows ran very deep...the last landing of the stairs created a natural fort beneath it, but, I was convinced a monster lived beneath the stairs and when it was time to go upstairs, I ran pretty quickly up those stairs!
But I was 12 now, and over the monsters. When I told my friends I was going to have a party, they were excited. We did our best to clean up the basement and decorate. My parents sprung for food and drinks for me. I had an 8 track boom box for tunes and a strobe light for ambience...the stage was set.
I invited Kim to the party at school that day and she said she could come. I let my friends know that my girlfriend was coming and that I really wanted to kiss her, but needed a plan. We put our heads together and came up with and idea: when the song 'Calling Dr. Love', by Kiss came on the boombox, my friend, Jerry, would turn off the strobe light, leaving the basement in the dark and allowing me to have the courage to kiss Kim.
I remember sitting aside of her, with my arm around her that night...thinking it was the greatest party ever - but I'm sure it was probably pretty boring. My parties consisted of putting out snacks and sodas, putting on some music and hoping the people I invited created a fun time. I never thought to have games or any theme, but Kim was very kind and if she was bored, she did not show it.
Finally, my song came on and Jerry reacted flawlessly. My palms were sweating and I was jittery with nerves, but I leaned over, embraced Kim and planted a long kiss on her lips. She was shocked, but held me back and we just kind of smushed our lips into each other, because I had no idea of what else to do! Over the rest of the night, I managed to kiss her a few more times, each one just a straight on smushing of closed lips, that transported me to a higher plane. For me, it was the greatest night of my life! I'm sure Kim did not know what to think!!
Afterwards, we walked the couple of blocks to her house, holding hands, and Kim said she had a nice time...I was in love...
Last week, at exactly 7:59 P.M., my darling angel moved on to a better place, and I placed my last kiss on her beautiful lips, a straight on smush, but, perhaps with a little more style. I will forever remember the light she brought into my life, how she made everything special, helped me become a better person and, of course, her wonderful kisses...