I like to think my first kiss was in response to a shooting star -- it's annoying because it meanse I have the real-first-kiss memory and the idealized-version both in my head. On one nice starry night after this musical had just wrapped up, cellist-girl and I (who were in the pit orchestra, of course), went on this nice long walk. At one point she was looking at me -- the whole night had been really romantic -- and I wanted to kiss her but chickened out. Hey, I was just 15 and didn't know how this worked. Then 20 minutes later I was annoyed at missing that opportunity, when we both saw this fireball-y shooting star. I also didn't kiss her then when I obviously should have.... so I ended up depressed the next week, regretting doing nothing all during that perfect romantic night with the shooting star. We finally had our first kiss but it was under way less romantic conditions. At least I timed our kiss to this music that was playing (I wonder if she noticed?), or else I'd really be annoyed at the whole first kiss memory. Anyway, I like shooting stars, but somehow they sort of depress me because of that experience. I hope to one day make up for it with another first kiss with someone else while witnessing a supernova.
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Date: 2006-12-15 07:41 am (UTC)Anyway, I like shooting stars, but somehow they sort of depress me because of that experience. I hope to one day make up for it with another first kiss with someone else while witnessing a supernova.