The First Kiss

I can still remember the first kiss. As corny as it sounds I can close my eyes and go back to that moment when Don Draper’s lips touched mine. Our first kiss was a combination of opposites; it was one of the most romantic moments in my life happening in the least romantic place I can even think of.

The day of our first kiss started just like any other day. There was nothing special about it, there was no planning involved, it was just an average day. We’d spent hours and hours talking. Day turned into night and I needed someone to walk me to my car (I’m a little scared of random shadows in the dark… I watched too many horror films in which the shadows would take over; but that is another story). Don, being the incredible gentleman that he is walked me to my car and it was there that it all happened.

My car was parked in the most unromantic place ever; next to a dumpster in the middle of a bad neighborhood (so not only the shadows were dangerous, fyi). I went to say thank you to Don but for some reason I just couldn’t stop staring at him, I could see some flecks of green in his brown eyes even through the darkness. Rain had started to drizzle and then and there, with the first rain droplets falling, Don took my glasses off and kissed me.

I can still remember the warmth of his lips when they touched mine. I can still feel the water droplets hitting my skin as soon as he kissed me. I can remember thinking that I wanted to feel that warmth again and again and every day for the rest of my life; and that’s the story of how I became addicted to his kisses.

Love, Evy