Originally Posted by CanwllCorfe

I guess what I posted in the other thread makes more sense here... so I guess I'll leave it here as well. The girl I've liked for quite some time got away from her latest horrible boyfriend for awhile. She asked if I wanted to come over. I did, of course. Last time I saw her I was horribly awkward socially. I mean, around when I first met her, I couldn't breathe when I saw her. Literally. Not in some cheesy love movie sense, like "taking my breath away". Now I still get butterflies, but it's not even comparable really. I was able to talk to her, joke around, and it was amazing. But how it ended? We just stood there in each other's arms. And then we put our foreheads together, looked into each other's eyes, smiled, and I went in for the kiss. My first kiss. I didn't expect much more than a peck, but there was tongue-age and lip biting. Surely SOME kind of awkwardness afterwards, right? None. If this happened even a year ago or further before, I probably would've been too nervous to even see her in person. I was so flummoxed afterwards that I drove over a median on the way home, drove up the exit ramp of a highway, and made a u-turn in the middle of the street. My year, maybe even decade or life, has been made.