Wow, In the Line of Fire. What is it with me and incredibly un-romantic movies on dates?
Melissa really took me by surprise tonight. She's a great kisser and and amazingly sensual girl. I'm hoping that, like myself, she is very experienced despite her inexperience. That's possible, but it may be wishful thinking.
"Experienced despite inexperience" was my way of saying I'd screwed around a lot, but hadn't had much actual intercourse. I wasn't a virgin at this point, but I was pretty close to it. In my clumsy way, I was really trying to say that I hoped Melissa was a good sexual match for me. She certainly was a great kisser. She insisted that she'd never french kissed before, but it was hard for me to believe -- she came to it naturally with me, as if we'd been kissing for a long time. I'd driven us to a secluded cul-de-sac off Oak Knoll Road in Barrington Hills and we made out sitting on the trunk of my car. I really was taken aback. I can almost smell her scent now, thinking about it.
That night I got to thinking that perhaps the reason I felt like she was too much like "just a friend" the first time we dated was just because we had such great chemistry that I felt totally comfortable with her. It gave me a lot to think about.
I designated myself driver.
Well, wasn't I responsible. I don't remember this party at all. Sorry, Em!