First of all, I have a really bad memory. No, you don’t understand, it’s really bad when it comes to details of the past.
Beau can remember the exact outfit I was wearing the night he asked me out on our first date. I haven’t a clue.
Beau remembers things I said to him in the ’90s that I don’t remember ever saying, yet he can’t remember to pick up his socks up off the floor. Go figure.
So, this is the best recollection that I have.
Picture me inside my duplex apartment, while Beau is standing outside of the door of my duplex apartment. I am telling him goodnight after one of our dates.
He leans in to kiss me.
I back away, a little stunned. Not sure why I was stunned. We had been dating a little while and had become really great friends. Best friends. I guess it’s only natural to kiss at this point. We were not one of those couples that vowed not to kiss before marriage and wait to have our first kiss on our wedding day. We were not that strong.
When he leaned in to kiss me, I pulled back.
I was nervous and really scared. This relationship was perfect before the kiss. I didn’t want the kiss to mess up the relationship and make things weird. Was it too soon? What if the kiss was horrible? What if the kiss ruined everything?
So, when I pulled back, I actually uttered the words, “I’m scared.”
How lame is that? What a stupid thing to say. But, I really was scared. I had been hurt way too much and didn’t want this to turn into another one of my failed relationships.
And, Beau, with his too cool voice said, “Don’t be.” And, leaned in closer and kissed me.
And, when he kissed me … FIRE! SPARKS! In other words, it was good. Better than good. Incredible.
A few months later, we were engaged to be married.
(Here’s a little secret … when he kisses me now, after almost 15 years … that fire, that spark is still there. I love that man.)
And, ever since then, it’s been non-stop.
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Hey sparks-head, it was on your couch, not at the front door.
And thanks for posting the two most unflattering pictures of all time.
Let me think about it a minute … was it on the couch? Maybe it was … but there was one time at the door, wasn't there? Great. I don't even remember where our first kiss was, but at least I remembered the "I'm scared" part.
awww!!
and definitely get more of your story committed to paper (or blog) – with his proof reading 😛 that way you can't ever forget again!!
You two are so funny! Love the story. I met my husband online through a Christian dating service back in 2002. I think it was only our second date and I was making the first move. Wow…I've got to raise my daughter better than that.
Great story! I don't remember details either. Actually it makes me a little nervous sometimes…I have to wonder about my brain. Anyway, I'm glad I'm not alone. Cute picts of the two of you!
-FringeGirl
very very sweet…here's to many more years of sparks 🙂 our world needs more married couples with sparks.
So glad to hear that I'm not the only one with such a horrible memory! So Danny also remembers what I had on the day we met…
Cute story!
I have a bad memory too. Nate's is better than mine. Cute photos. So good he loves to kiss you. 🙂
I love reading stories like this:) You know I said the exact same thing to my husband before our first kiss — I actually had never kissed anyone before and I remember doing the exact same thing — pulling away and saying "I'm scared." And his response was pretty much the same as Beau's.
Hope you have many more years of sparks 🙂
Aww, I LOVED this (and esp. Beau's comment at the top!)!!!
And it wasn't lame at all. You were just being honest. But I did get goosebumps at the "Don't be" part. Sounds like something right out of a romance movie!
PS Thanks for participating again! 🙂
Haha, I love his comment on here!
Too funny. You tell the best stories ever!
I love that there are still fire & sparks after so many years! 🙂