Ten years ago tomorrow I went on a first date. I had known him for awhile since we had mutual friends and I was starting to realize he was a really nice guy. I thought it might be fun to invite him to my sorority's informal in Oak Glen since we had just really started talking often over the last couple of weeks...
We ate some dinner and danced a little...he wasn't the best dancer, but I thought it was sweet that he was still willing to...we went outside and sat on a bench cuddled together talking and, although I tried my to give him plenty of opportunities, he didn't kiss me.
At the end of the night we got back in my 1982 Volvo station wagon and in typical "Nora" style I took matters into my own hands. He went to buckle his seat-belt and I kissed him for the first time...so he might not have been the best at dancing, but he was darn good at kissing. On the drive back to school we came up over a hill and saw a shooting star right in front of us.
Ten years later he's still the same dancer and kisser...and my best friend. He made me want to be a better person. I was amazed to meet someone who simply was good...he always made an effortless decision to do what was right...it's what made me fall in love with him. Ten years later I still feel the way I did out on that bench wanting him to kiss me...and I'm still the very much girl who took charge and kissed him. We're not perfect, but we work. We're increasingly becoming two halves of a common soul. We balance each other. And we have an uncanny way of ending up dressed in the same colors.
