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A kiss in the Rain 

Story



This has been the best night thus far. It started out normal enough, in that I 
absolutely did not want to go. I'm tired and grumpy, lonely, and generally in a 
bad mood. My stomach was bothering me a bit, and I was pretty much ready for 
bed.

After I bitched and moaned a bit, I just said "**** it" and got my 
jacket on and left.

Every night I take a different route so I don't get 
bored; tonight I chose to walk right out of my driveway instead of left, and 
that led me on a grand tour of the main roads (normally I walk through the 
neighborhood).

This time there were people around; the regional 
restaurant warehouse near me was hopping with trucks and loaders and stuff. 
People were piled in to the Burger King drive-thru. The 24 hour CVS was busy. I 
got some odd looks: Why would you be walking around, you dumbass? It's freezing 
cold.

Yeah, yeah. Onward I trudged.

I was lost in reverie when I 
looked up and realized that a mile had gone by already. I couldn't believe it. 
Yesterday, by the one mile mark, I was exhausted and beginning to doubt not 
only 
my sanity, but my ability to actually walk back. Today I didn't even notice; my 
legs didn't hurt, my back didn't hurt, I wasn't breathing like a dying 
elephant, 
and I wasn't talking to myself.

For a moment my resolve wavered and I 
thought, "I should be dying right about now," but I wasn't. Shrugging, I kept 
on.

By 1.5 miles, I was feeling really good.

It's a funny thing, 
walking through the neighborhood you sorta grew up in. I walked by an old 
friends' parents house, and that led me down a chain of memories that led me to 
the motivational moment of the evening.

Tonight, it wasn't a sexual 
fantasy that drove me on, it was a romantic one. I'm going to tell you about my 
first kiss with Jenny, when I was 16.

Jenny was my second girlfriend in 
high school. She was a very cute, petite blonde, and I was totally hot for her. 
She was the best flute player in our high school band, and I was a bass player. 
I was in a garage band at the time, and since we were recording tracks in a 
studio, I had a brilliant idea. Suddenly, I found myself convincing my 
bandmates 
that we needed a flute track on one of our songs. 

There were wranglings 
and shenanigans. I'll spare you; suffice to say after the studio her and I 
ended 
up back at my house, on my back porch talking until 2 in the morning. It was in 
the spring, warm, and it was absolutely pouring rain.

Neither of us 
wanted the night to end, but she had to go home or face the wrath of her 
parents. I walked her to her car, then we stopped in front of her door and 
faced 
each other, in that awkward teenager way, neither of us sure of what to do 
next.

The rain was intense, and lightning and thunder boomed all around 
us. She being shorter than me, she stared up at me, raindrops dripping from her 
lashes. Finally we moved in for the long hug. We started to pull away, but we 
couldn't break contact. I continued to stare into her gorgeous eyes.

"You 
are so beautiful. I could kiss you right now," I began to say, even as our lips 
locked in the most romantic, sweet, and achingly wonderful kiss I've ever 
had.

Songs burst into my head, I felt the world spinning around us, the 
rain drenching our locked forms, even as the lightning and thunder continued 
on. 
I will never forget it.

Anyways, that was the memory that drove me on. I 
want that again. I want a sweet, agonizing, wonderful, beautiful, intensely 
romantic moment like that again, and I won't get it while I'm in this 
shape.

So onward I march.



 


                                                                                                                
 
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