Wednesday, August 27, 2008
"That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."
Ah-ha, well, even though Rhett Butler wasn't talking to me when he said those famous lines perhaps that certainly explains what's wrong with me of late as it's been an extremely long time since I've been kissed by anyone - never mind someone who knows how!
Normally this isn't a predicament that I dwell on, and certainly never one that I've posted about, but I figured what the heck - we're all adults here and I'm not going to write anything that will get my blog an "R" rating or even make for a very scintillating Google search! After all, I'm not going to be writing about s-e-x or those special rooms in Reno hotels that come complete with hot tubs and mirrors and ... er ... well, I'm not writing about those, okay? I'm writing about kissing and that's pretty innocent. Or, in my case, pretty non-existent.
Truth be told, my last kiss was close to six years ago and I'm beginning to think that it's going to be another six years or longer before I have another one. Or, worse yet, I'll go to my grave having never been kissed again. My family isn't exactly known for their longevity but if I live to be at least my mother's current age that means I'm looking at 24 more years of having only memories of what it's like to be held in someone's arms and kissed. Not just a passing kiss from a friend mind you, but an honest-to-goodness toe-curling, foot-popping, world-stop-spinning-for-a-moment kiss - that kind of kiss! I remember those kind of kisses and, right at the moment, I'm missing them and feeling a bit sad in the process.
Having been divorced for quite a long time now and been on one pseudo-date since then, I've come to grips with the whole single woman thing. As a matter of fact, I ushered it in and welcomed it with open arms when my last marriage ended. I firmly believed that it was better to be alone than with the wrong person and I still believe that, but I don't think that at the time I thought about the fact that there was a really good chance I'd be alone for the rest of my life. After all, I was 44 and not considered ancient by too many standards and I don't believe I qualified for troll status where I needed to go live under the bridge and wait for the Three Billy Goats Gruff to come clopping over but ... perhaps I was wrong.
I'm pretty sure I have my good qualities ... I have all my teeth, I can cook, I don't snore, and I don't like to spend all day shopping. I'm a good friend, a good dispatcher, and a good Mom ... but I'm just not good enough for any man to be anything more than friends with. I get along great with the male population probably better than I do the female side but only as a friend ... not as someone to take to the movies or to dinner or to kiss. I've more or less come to terms with that and, for the most part, I'm good with it. But ... here's the thing ... I'm divorced, not dead. Yet. Though I might as well be when it comes to relationships.
Chances are, that's not going to bother me 98% of the time as I still adhere to that "better alone" philosophy I mentioned above but, like a 7 or 11 in a craps game, every once in awhile that 2% of the time is going to come up and I'm going to feel bad for a little while and throw myself a small pity party - this is one of them. By the way, did I offer you a drink or something to eat? Sorry ... bad hostess ... bad!
If I had to guess, this particular pity party was precipitated while I was thinking about my upcoming "milestone" birthday and what would make it really special or memorable or set it apart from the rest. Granted, having Claire over from England and then going off to a Rhode Island beach house with some of my bestest blog buddies the week after is special but I don't want my actual birthday to be just another day like most of my birthdays have been. I want to be able to look back and say "Wow, my 50th birthday was great!" and Lord knows that having an actual kiss would definitely make it so and give me a date to remember other than one from six years ago but I'm also realistic enough to know that White Knights on shining chargers don't come galloping down the road giving away random kisses to damsels in distress no matter how long it's been since she's been kissed.
Too bad fairs don't have "Kissing Booths" anymore ... it is Fair Season out here and that would have been perfect! Alas, I don't think I can find a kiss on eBay or Craigslist or any of the local classifieds either so I'm pretty sure I'll be going without one as even if I put that on a birthday list, it's not the kind of thing you can pick up at the local Wal-Mart and toss in a gift bag. Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a hug or two which I do enjoy and appreciate in spite of the vicious rumors that I don't like them and need to maintain my personal space at all times and cost! Hmpf! That's just not true!
Anyhow, all that said, I'd like you guys to do me a favor ... if you do have a significant other, I'd like you to give him or her one of those nice long, foot-popping kisses that I mentioned above - especially if you haven't done so in awhile. I think we sometimes tend to forget to appreciate or take for granted what we have until it's gone and if you've got someone who loves you and you love that someone back then don't just assume that they know. Show them. And don't wait for a "milestone" occasion to do it either because sometimes things change and they can change quickly.
Trust me, you really don't want to be me in six years wishing on the evening star that someone loved you or even liked you enough to want to kiss you.