TEASE. - The Memoir

6. 90's

6. 90's

It's insane to think of how much of an impact strangers can have on each other, especially if their encounter is short lived and they never see each other again.

This chapter is about the most memorable of those encounters this past summer. The same night I met Curls I also ran into this next guy, and although short-lived, I'll never forget our kiss. It was quick to be glorious and intense, making him one of, if not the best, kisser on this album. (In fact, when writing notes for this chapter, my first bullet point stated he had the best lips of the summer. That's huge, considering lips are one of my favorite things to obsess over.) Bottom line, if I wasn't already intoxicated, our encounter and his kiss took every bit of sobriety out of me.

It started with me sitting next to a friend of his while my friends and I watched drag queens as they snatched every wig in the club with their beauty. She took a picture with me, sent it to him, and he expressed his interest. I told his friend to tell him that I would kiss him if he returned, and although he had already left the club, he came back with that promise in mind. We met, introduced ourselves, kissed for only a minute thanks my friends (who started throwing ice at me to try to get me to stop), and then I was pulled away to go back to the dance floor.

The encounter in total lasted a mere 90 seconds, giving this boy his codename. Part of me wishes for more seconds with him, but until the universe reunites us, perhaps off the dance floor, I will only have our first encounter to remember him by. And I won't soon forget the feeling of our lips colliding, the driving pressure of his presence, or the bravery brought out of nowhere once our eyes met.

90's, whenever I think of that night my mind teases itself by remembering how you clouded my brain for several days after we met. Your insistence while French kissing was shocking and breath-taking (literally) all at the same time. The more I think of that night, the more I can't stand that we haven't talked that much since then. Thanks to you, I have learned that a single memory can be fantastic, but a collection of them can be Divine.

If we were to meet again, would the same fire ignite when our eyes meet? Or would our bravery waver unlike before, now without the convenience and distraction of a nightclub and the interesting mystery of a stranger? These questions flood my mind whenever I'm lonely and I hear your name. However, I'm still unsure as to if I could handle a negative response, so I fail to try and seek out an answer. Maybe you'll read this and respond if you feel the same way, maybe you won't. I guess I'll just continue to tease myself, hoping that you will one day want to answer these questions.

Regardless of what happens, I'm still happy we had our fun. Here's to you, your French kiss, beautiful lips, and unforgettable memory. Thank you, 90's.