Well, goodness gracious, let me tell you what happened. It all started after that darn kiss, and let me tell ya, things got real awkward, real fast. I mean, who knew a little peck could stir up such a hornet’s nest? I sure didn’t.
So, there I was, minding my own business, and then BAM! This kiss happens. And it wasn’t no small thing, mind you. It was one of them kisses that makes your toes curl and your heart flutter like a hummingbird. But then, well, then the trouble started.
I guess I just didn’t know what to do after. I kinda froze up like a possum in headlights. Should I have smiled? Maybe winked? Or maybe just said somethin’ like, “Well, ain’t that somethin’.” Lord knows I didn’t do none of that. Instead, I just stood there like a bump on a log.
- First off, I reckon I shoulda just smiled. Like them folks say, a smile shows you’re kinda into it, you know? Shows you ain’t gonna bite their head off. But did I smile? Nope. I looked like I swallowed a whole lemon, sour face and all.
- Then, there’s the eye contact thing. They say you gotta look ’em in the eye. But shoot, I couldn’t even look at my own feet, let alone his eyes. I stared at the wall like there was a prize-winning hog on it.
- And Lord have mercy, I shoulda said somethin’, anything! But the words just got stuck in my throat like a chicken bone. Maybe a simple “thank you” woulda done the trick, or even a little “well, that was nice.” But nope, not a peep outta me.
It was like my brain just went on vacation, left me there hangin’ like a wet sock on a clothesline. And the silence? Oh, that silence was deafening. It stretched on and on, thick as molasses in January. You coulda heard a pin drop, or maybe even a field mouse sneeze.
The whole thing just got real uncomfortable, real quick. He kinda shuffled his feet, and I kinda twiddled my thumbs. It was like we were two strangers who just happened to be standin’ in the same spot, waitin’ for the bus. And that ain’t how it should be after a kiss, I tell ya.
I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is, I messed up. Big time. I let the awkwardness take over, and it just snowballed from there. Instead of enjoyin’ the moment, I let my nerves get the best of me. And now, well, now things are just plain weird. He probably thinks I didn’t like the kiss, or worse, that I’m some kinda crazy old woman who don’t know how to act.
I heard some folks say you gotta be “present” after a kiss, focus on the moment and all that jazz. And start softly, with a gentle kiss. Well, the kiss itself was alright, but it was the after-part I messed up. Shoulda just relaxed and let things happen naturally. But no, I had to go and overthink it, make it all weird and uncomfortable.
So, what did I learn from all this? Well, I reckon I learned that sometimes you just gotta go with the flow. Don’t overthink it, don’t try to plan it, just let it be. And for goodness sake, smile! It ain’t that hard. A little smile can go a long way, especially after a kiss.
And maybe, just maybe, I learned that I ain’t as smooth as I thought I was. But hey, nobody’s perfect, right? We all make mistakes, and sometimes, those mistakes lead to some pretty awkward situations. At least now I know what not to do next time. And believe you me, there will be a next time. I ain’t givin’ up on love just yet, even if I do make things a little awkward every now and then.
And you know what? If he can’t handle a little awkwardness, well, then maybe he ain’t the right fella for me anyway. A good man woulda laughed it off, maybe even given me another kiss. But hey, that’s just wishful thinking. The fact is I made things awkward, and now I gotta live with it.
From now on, I’m gonna try to be more present, more relaxed, and a whole lot less awkward. I’m gonna smile, I’m gonna make eye contact, and I’m gonna say somethin’, even if it’s just “well, how ’bout that.” And maybe, just maybe, things will go a little smoother next time. But then again, maybe they won’t. Only time will tell, I guess.
