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JOYOUS TOMFOOLERY

T he Past

My Mother: Your eyes are glowing a very bright blue.

I’ve noticed they do this when you’re really, really excited and happy.

The Present

We’re in a Christmas store, of all things, and Timmy pulls a stuffed octopus toy from the shelf. It’s one of the few non-Christmas items they sell, and he puts it over his head like a hat. He looks ridiculous, and I giggle at him.

Then he puts the octopus on my head and laughs.

And he tilts my chin up, and he leans down and kisses me.

It’s like something out of a movie.

Time stands still as our lips meet, and everything fades away but us.

His tongue finds mine, and he’s a wonderful kisser.

It’s like our mouths are made for each other.

Thank god. Nothing worse than starting to dig a person and they turn out to have a lizard tongue or they kiss like a grandma.

But thankfully, this is far from that. It’s the most special, most romantic first kiss I’ve ever experienced. This is how it’s meant to be. Like literal magic. I almost want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

I love the way I have to tilt my neck, and the way my body feels against his.

His arms are wrapped around me and I feel safe and secure and comfortable, and very, very giddy. And turned on as hell.

“You know you’re not staying over tonight, right?” I say, suddenly anxious that it’s what he’s expecting after this kiss.

But his smile is easy. “Oh, I know.”

I glance at him, trying to read him.

“We need to build a friendship,” he says, “and I’m not just going to try to slide straight into home base.”

My body clenches at the thought of home base, and I’m glad he also understands it’s not going to happen today. But oh, how I want it to happen and soon.

He holds my hand as we leave the store. And not in a possessive way that makes me feel like he’s being a sleaze. But just like he wants to hold it, and because it feels good to him to be touching me. And, for me, it’s the first time in so long I feel a bit protected by that type of action. He might be tipsy, but he’s also obviously smart. And very, very cute.

As we’re walking down the street, he suddenly pulls me to him. “Kiss me, now!” he says. And I do. “Keep kissing me, the cops are going by,” he says. “You’re my disguise.”

I laugh, but I oblige. Again, the feeling of his lips on mine is exhilarating .

Finally, we pull away from each other. “Haha!” he says. “I tricked you into kissing me again. Yesss!”

I pull back and he winks and laughs, and I swat at him playfully.

“You’re so silly,” I grin.

Because he absolutely did not have to trick me. I will willingly kiss Timmy every day, every moment, no tricks required.

He gives me butterflies again.

Every kiss with this guy is electric. We’ve only had a few, but it’s like we know each other’s faces, each other’s bodies, each other’s souls.

Yes, it’s woo-woo and whatever… but I’ve always wanted someone who makes me feel this way when I kiss them for the first and second and infinity times. And no matter how hard I wished for it in previous relationships, I never felt… this feeling. This isn’t just our mouths touching, it’s some other kind of connection. Our lips and our tongues and our chests and our hips and our entire beings, melded together. And yes, my pussy twinges hard throughout. But this is about so much more than that. I really think he's the person I've been searching for my whole life.

And he’s so playful and cheeky. Full of mischief. He makes me feel free to adventure and explore. With someone like him, we can navigate our path together as we choose, convention be damned. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

I’m so lucky. This feels perfect. And the best part is, it’s really happening. It’s not a dream. I finally branched out from my former day-to-day. I’ve barely started just living for me, and following what brings me joy. And I’ve already found a person who seems like the one!

He drops me off outside my apartment and gives me another kiss. “This was really fun, Margaux. I’m so glad we got to meet today. I’ll text you later.” I watch as he walks off, smiling and still feeling the sensation of his lips on mine.

When I get home, I look in the mirror, and my eyes are glowing blue. And I feel it. My energy is up. I know I’m meant to be here. I can’t wipe the smile off my face, and I don’t want to. What joyous tomfoolery already.