A question was posed today, on an internet group that I regularly check in on, of what was your most romantic kiss. I've been thinking about it all morning. I've been married twice. There really is something special about kissing your spouse for the first time in front of all your friends and family. I wouldn't exactly say it's romantic though. When Jen first kissed me after saying yes to wanting to marry me, despite the unromantic setting of the nightclub where we met, that was pretty romantic. But probably the most romantic kiss I had was in France, New Year's Day 1991. For the record, all kisses in France are pretty romantic.
This one particular one stands out though. This girl who I adored came over with my Mom and Mike to see me. It was New Year's Eve and she and I were at a party in Grenoble. They played the song "New Year's Eve" by U2, because of course they did. We kissed. I don't know if it was at midnight or something else. What I do remember is thinking that I felt like things couldn't really get much better. I was young, in love, in France, and kissing a beautiful girl. It doesn't get much better than that, right?
Actually, it does. The romance there in France didn't exactly carry over back to the States. Not being in France has a tendency to eliminate a lot of romance. Like, I said, I've been married twice and there has been a lot of romance in the meantime. That kiss, though, carried with it the lesson that kissing means a whole lot. Ironically, it happened in France where I learned to kiss every acquaintance on each cheek practically ever day (which I do wish we would adopt as a habit in the U.S.!). But a kiss truly carries with it so much more of a message than "Hey, I kind of like you." It has the power to change people, maybe for the moment, maybe for the day, or year. Or maybe they'll think back on it 25 years later.
At the very least, good kisses make for good stories. The best kisses, of course, come from my wife's lips and the most romantic moments I have spent have probably been on our front porch swing. If there is any bit of a romantic in me though, in a small part it comes from kissing a girl in the earliest moments of 1991.
This one particular one stands out though. This girl who I adored came over with my Mom and Mike to see me. It was New Year's Eve and she and I were at a party in Grenoble. They played the song "New Year's Eve" by U2, because of course they did. We kissed. I don't know if it was at midnight or something else. What I do remember is thinking that I felt like things couldn't really get much better. I was young, in love, in France, and kissing a beautiful girl. It doesn't get much better than that, right?
Actually, it does. The romance there in France didn't exactly carry over back to the States. Not being in France has a tendency to eliminate a lot of romance. Like, I said, I've been married twice and there has been a lot of romance in the meantime. That kiss, though, carried with it the lesson that kissing means a whole lot. Ironically, it happened in France where I learned to kiss every acquaintance on each cheek practically ever day (which I do wish we would adopt as a habit in the U.S.!). But a kiss truly carries with it so much more of a message than "Hey, I kind of like you." It has the power to change people, maybe for the moment, maybe for the day, or year. Or maybe they'll think back on it 25 years later.
At the very least, good kisses make for good stories. The best kisses, of course, come from my wife's lips and the most romantic moments I have spent have probably been on our front porch swing. If there is any bit of a romantic in me though, in a small part it comes from kissing a girl in the earliest moments of 1991.
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