Sunday, January 29, 2012

Amaretto Kisses

I never knew how difficult it was to to sit under the covers with someone. You would think that one would lay back and the other would just fall into place. That's usually the case- until blankets are involved. Then it becomes a sort of mish mash of tangled arms and legs. It took us a few minutes to untangle ourselves and to get comfortable, pushing and pulling each other while laughing at each other. She rested her temple on mine as we stared at the blank television screen, a pint of melting Haagen Dazs with two metal spoons sitting on the ottoman in front of us.

“Amaretto,” I said as I broke the silence whilst staring at the pint.

“Amaretto Almond Crunch. I didn't know you liked ice cream so much.” She laid her head back and smiled at me.

“Well... I like it because it reminds me of something.”

“Yeah? What's it remind you of?” she asked, staring at me with that kind of intense look that wouldn't go away unless I told her.

I smiled at her, trying to milk her curiosity as much as I could. I started to speak, stopped, and laughed. “You sure you wanna know?” She slapped my thigh and glared at me. I kissed her lightly on the lips and placed my forehead on hers. “You.”

“Oh?” the intensity in her eyes glowed brighter as she rubbed her nose against mine. “Tell me more...”

“The drunken you, when we first met,” I smile as I pulled away, trying to look nostalgic.

“Hehe, was I really that drunk? I don't recall. I just remember picking up some scrawny midget” She joked as she nudged my shoulder.

“Yeah? Well you know what I remember?” I say as I squeeze her.

“What?” she asked as she laid her chin on my shoulder.

“Amaretto. You wreaked of it." I look at her again and grinned. "You tasted of Amaretto.... with some Colgate Wisp...and a hint of tobacco. And your lips were super greasy. Because you wore too much lipstick. That's how I remember the first time we met.”

She chuckles as we squeeze each other. She gives me a quick peck on my cheek. “Well... I wasn't that drunk. Dork.”

What was your most memorable kiss like?

inspired by Mike Lee


  1. My most memorable kiss was the first kiss with my now-wife. It was after an attack of the Tickle Monster (me) and a bottle of sake (both of us). Funny thing is, I don't remember the taste of the sake as much as how time suddenly slowed down.

    We were laughing, the TV was on, the lights were on. And then, the kiss stopped everything around us. There was nothing except us, and the kiss.

    Ah, what a good memory. Thanks for stirring that back up!

  2. Thanks for reminding me what I like to write about again! I don't have nearly enough life experience to keep up with James' work at the alpha-asian so now I'm writing about other stuff.