Not in a stalkerish way: Jostlyn

My next guest blogger, Jostlyn, found my blog and this project through another story I posted earlier this month. I am so glad she was inspired to write a piece of her own story. I was hoping people would introduce themselves to me through their stories. I hope you enjoy her story.

What do you remember about the first kiss?

Our first kiss. My second “first” kiss.

I was still in the awkward stage of being embarrassed if my crush new I liked them. I was becoming more outgoing and confident, but I was also super naïve.

Carson was a player. A huge player. It was the summer before our senior year of high school. He had contacted me through facebook because we would be in Madrigals together that coming year of school and he wanted to meet all the newbys. I knew he was a player and I didn’t really give him the time of day for the first little while. It was strictly texting. He wanted to hang out, which I’d always make an excuse not to.

After a month of this, we finally began hanging out. What can I say? The boy has charm. And he was trying really, really hard to get me to talk with him. I would catch him driving by my house sometimes even. Not in a stalkerish way, just wanted me to come out and see him, which I would pretend I was sleeping or something.

There was a specific night that we were going bowling. Not as a date, but a big group hang out thing. On the drive over, he made a bet with me because I was talking trash that I would beat him. “Whoever loses has to agree to do whatever the other person wants them to,” he said.

I had to make sure I lost. I had to. The only thing I could think of wanting him to do was kiss me and I was not the type of person to say, “Ok I beat you, you have to kiss me now.” That just wasn’t me. So I would purposely lose.

I ended up losing (it was close, I was trying really hard, but somehow I still got a fairly good score). We dropped my friend off at her house and then we were alone. It was about 11 pm and my curfew was midnight. I told him that he needed to say what he wanted me to do. He thought for a second and said, “I want you to tell me what you would have me do if you had won tonight.” I said that was cheating and I wouldn’t agree to do that, which was such a dead giveaway that I was embarrassed. Nonetheless, he agreed it was cheating and we started driving. He took me up to the airport by his dad’s hanger where they had their airplane. We sat in the car and I swear I was trying not to shake, I was so nervous! He could tell and asked me what I was thinking about, which I replied, “nothing.” He laughed and said he could almost guess what I was thinking and I said you probably can. He told me to get out of the car and we walked out a bit on to the runway. He put his arms around my waist (which he had never done, we hadn’t even held hands yet).  We knew we liked each other, but never really said it out loud. So I had major butterflies. He asked me what I was thinking. He always asked me that. Probably because I was still semi shy around him and didn’t always spit out what I was thinking (like I do now). I told him I couldn’t really think with him that close to me, which made him smile. He kissed me on the cheek and then starting kissing small kisses around the rest of my face in a circle, asking after each kiss what I was thinking. After the last kiss on the other cheek, he paused and then kissed my lips.

Now, not to be cheesy, but it was a fairytale moment! Fireworks and all! Three and a half years and a month of being married later, he still gives me butterflies :)