You always hear about “how it’s the little things” in life that makes it worth living. I like to think it’s the little things that can make life worth remembering.
Like the first time I was kissed in a way that made my brain just shut down. It wasn’t overly romantic…I was in a plain robe in my small apartment kitchen cooking pancakes for Mr. New Guy. It also wasn’t a seduction…it was the morning after all that fun. But it was spontaneous…i.e. no warning. And it was perfectly executed…i.e. I asked him if he wanted pancakes and he wrapped an arm around my waist and frenched me. I’ll never know if that was the moment or him, but the memory of that kiss will remain with me forever. His spontaneous deep kiss went straight to my brain just shutting off all thought and instantly switched my body on.
Like I said…the little things.
The time, months ago, that I was driving to work and noticed what looked like a cover model from a romance novel walking down the street. Was he gorgeous? Couldn’t tell you, I barely saw his face. He was walking toward me on the opposite side of the street and what registered was, nice bod and wow…look at that hair. I’ve never seen hair that long and that glorious on a man. It must have gone half way down his back. It looked thick and straight, combed and the prettiest natural blond color. I’ve never been into long hair on a guy because they barely maintain it and its often accompanied by beer bellies and beards. But this one, oooooo, I wanted to pull over and run my hands through it. If I hadn’t been driving I would have at least stopped and stared.
Little things…I can’t drive down that street without hoping I’d see that guy again.
The other day, on a walk, I was waiting for a light and saw a guy on a sports motorcycle heading our way. There was no other traffic so I got to stare at the bike with my “I like what I see” smile on my face. And he knows he looks all sexy and mysterious on his bike, who he is hidden by his helmet. I see his head turn slightly to scope us out (me and my 66 year old mother) and when he gets abreast of us he gives the engine a little rev as he drives by. A token acknowledgment of admiration and I break into a grin. Is he saying he finds me cute? Is he saying he sees I like guys on bikes? Is he saying he’s got to get to that next intersection before the light turns red? It doesn’t matter…because it’s a little thing and I get to make of it anything I want. To me he was flexing his testosterone and I took it and bathed it all over my ego.
Did I date the mind-numbing kisser? Yes, but we broke if off due to the hardships of the travel time and his kisses after that one never shut down my awareness of everything, although he was quite passionate.
Will I ever see the gorgeous model guy? Probably not…but boy will he get put in a novel some day.
I’ll take these little things to make my life interesting…to make the memories I carry into wonders I collect and bring out occasionally to look at, fondle and treasure.
It’s all in your perception. Go find your little things.