First kisses are always funny, or almost. Not laughing-at-the-people funny, just funny in all the happy and weird and comical ways.
Mine? I often think of it this time of year, because I was caroling. Not only was I caroling, but wait for it: I was mid-carol, actually singing, when it happened, which is hilarious.
You can understand, now, how I've arrived at the opinion that first kisses are pretty comical.
Monty Overbove says we don't know what is next in our life stories, and he's right: I never, never thought someone would plant one on me while I was drawing out the word "manger" at the top of my lungs. I mean, I had a carol book open in front of me, in my mittened hands, and was I a wee bit snotty and chapped, from the cold and the walking and the singing? Definitely. How runny-of-face I was has probably been fully blocked by my memory at this point.
Funny.
But I think a lot of things about love and feelings are pretty funny (which you might know, if you've dipped into the Wilfair books). Happy funny, not mean funny, natch. And an interesting situation and setting of a first kiss, like caroling on a chilly night, appeals to me very much.
Now I'm just going to leave this right here and go get another cup of coffee.
