I hadn’t “dated” since I was 19, and here I was almost 42
and about to move away from my home and be single again after 20 years of
marriage. This was moving unhappily into uncharted territory for me. I had
never done anything “not appropriate” so I was going out into virgin forest.
I had great relationships with women and had lined up a
“girlfriend”, or at least someone who seemed to like me and we got along just
fine. We had made a few “moves” on each other already but none too serious. I
had planned to leave in the beginning of March as my apartment lease was
starting at that time. I was still living at home but with the agreement that I
would leave ASAP.
I often spent time after work at the small bar on the first
floor of the apartment house at the corner, with their incredible happy hours. I was there and it was my 42nd
birthday and I was with friends having a good time and feeling a bit sorry for
myself, as the weekend was here and would be basically alone.
We all walked to the parking lot to retrieve our cars and I
was with a few people including the probable girlfriend and another woman, a bit
of an “over the top” young woman. I knew she was too young and basically wrong
for me but was a fantasy woman.
We all said good night, and the men shook my hand and the
women kissed me and wished ma a happy birthday. The kisses were not normal, but
it was my birthday. The potential girlfriend lingered her kiss a bit long which
indicated her potential. The younger woman leaned up and kissed me and slipped
in her tongue!
I was dumbfounded!
I could not get a clear thought! I was confused! What do I
do?
It was just the slip of the tongue!
I smiled at them all and got into my car and drove home in a
daze! Nothing like that had ever happened to me. Of course I’d had a normal
puberty; I had kissed a woman before and already had three kids! Still, a bit
of tongue from a very young woman was unsettling.
I worried all weekend. I started to call her several times
but what would I say? I’d never called her before and had no excuse for the
call except to ask very dumb questions. Was that kissing a mistake? Was that
kiss common in our new world of the 80’s? Did I just not understand?
Worry became fear as Monday approached. As well as I
remember that kiss, that’s how little I remember Monday. I don’t know what I
said or what I did. Over the next few weeks the potential girlfriend
disappeared and the young woman became my obsession. It changed my life.
In hindsight, it
helped me to become who I am. It made me not fall out of one relationship
directly into another like some textbook case. Or maybe it helped me become a
different kind of textbook case.
After all, it was only a slip on the tongue…..