I saw it coming. As we walked and paused to admire some funky pumpkins, he leaned into me. A few moments later, he touched my arm, and I (against my better judgment, but following the stage directions) let my fingers graze his elbow. A pregnant pause. "Here it comes," I thought. His thin fish lips came toward me in a grotesque twisty pucker, and landed on my mouth which knew the drill and went into the pucker reflex. It was short and tepid, kind of like kissing a frog. I withdrew, smiled, and said, "Thank you for a lovely dinner. I had a nice time." "Hello, I must be going," my sub-conscious screamed with alarm.
A first (and last) kiss. Sigh. More adventures in dating...and yes, I did extract myself - as directly and kindly, as possible - the following day.
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