Jessica McClintock **
In a previous post I mentioned a gaffe I made during an intimate moment. I blame Jessica McClintock. of course there is an amusing/embarrassing anecdote describing this:
reader beware - the story below is true to the best of my recollection, I'm only human, and the events described occurred over twenty years ago, and told only from my point of view. I expect any other parties to the events described, if they have any recollection of the events at all, may remember differently and/or have different opinions about what their feelings were at the time.
Sometime over the winter of 1995-96 (?) I went with Todd and Anne to a new restaurant.
(If I remember correctly - it was The Ram Brewpub in Schaumburg, but it might have been Rock Bottom or someplace similar)
Some background information is important to keep in mind:
I don't recall if we were meeting anyone else there - if we were, we got there first and we were seated at a large, 'U' shaped booth. Todd excused himself to go to the washroom. Anne slid into the booth, kinda scooched over to the back and took off her coat. Something about coming in from the cold outside and taking off her coat caused the immediate area to be pleasantly graced with the scent of her perfume. As I was sliding in next to her, I noticed that the perfume she was wearing was different than her usual (was it a Christmas gift?). I commented, and kinda leaned in.
"That's nice. Is it something new?"
then...
*smooch*
As quickly as I was enchanted, the spell was broken. I didn't get a chance for a proper kiss:
Todd teased as he returned.
Anne blushed. Fiercely.
We laughed the whole thing off . To this day, I don't know what Anne really thought of the whole situation. I don't know how much Todd actually saw. I don't even know if either of them remember the event at all. (how do you ask about something that lasted a few seconds 22+ years ago?)
Anyway, if I remember correctly, Anne's new perfume was Jessica McClintock, and karma is a bitch.
Fast forward six or eight months, when I had just met and and was quickly falling in love with Leanne. One evening we were alone and I leaned in to give her a kiss on that spot where her ear meets her neck. I caught a whiff of her perfume* and said:
"Oh, Anne..."
awkward silence
* to the best of my recollection, at the time Leanne was wearing Jessica McClintock. If it wasn't the same perfume Anne wore that fateful night, it was sufficiently similar for some part of my brain to conflate them I've tried to make sure that if I buy her perfume, it is Chanel.
reader beware - the story below is true to the best of my recollection, I'm only human, and the events described occurred over twenty years ago, and told only from my point of view. I expect any other parties to the events described, if they have any recollection of the events at all, may remember differently and/or have different opinions about what their feelings were at the time.
Sometime over the winter of 1995-96 (?) I went with Todd and Anne to a new restaurant.
(If I remember correctly - it was The Ram Brewpub in Schaumburg, but it might have been Rock Bottom or someplace similar)
Some background information is important to keep in mind:
- At that time, because of reasons, I was in the habit of flirting with pretty much every female I knew whom I wasn't related to. I believed that everyone was on the same page; that I was playing, and my flirting was intended to be harmless. I was having fun and the girls would giggle and act flattered which I thought meant they were having fun too.
- The failure state of clever is asshole, The failure state of charming is either creepy or pitiable. At the time, I thought my flirting was both clever and charming - I know that sometimes I failed (maybe I tried too hard, or failed to read the mood, or drank too much - all of which happened more than once and I humbly apologize to everyone whom I offended - which is probably everyone at one time or another - I'm an idiot)
I don't recall if we were meeting anyone else there - if we were, we got there first and we were seated at a large, 'U' shaped booth. Todd excused himself to go to the washroom. Anne slid into the booth, kinda scooched over to the back and took off her coat. Something about coming in from the cold outside and taking off her coat caused the immediate area to be pleasantly graced with the scent of her perfume. As I was sliding in next to her, I noticed that the perfume she was wearing was different than her usual (was it a Christmas gift?). I commented, and kinda leaned in.
"That's nice. Is it something new?"
then...
*smooch*
I don't know what came over me. Leaning in led to that little kiss on her neck and a little nibble on her ear. My heart skipped a beat, then it was pounding. My head was in a fog. It was like I was under a spell. I'm not sure how much time had passed - but for that moment, I was smitten.
You know that feeling you have when you are a teenager and you are with that certain someone? you are giddy, and excited and afraid you'll do something wrong, or get caught, or your/her friends will see you kissing in the hallway at school and embarrass you/her? Anyway - for a moment, I felt like that. But why?
I was playing, did I misread the mood? She didn't react the way I expected. She didn't jump away while laughing, or playfully push me away, or jokingly hit me...She reacted in a way I wasn't expecting:
She cooed, (how do you described that wonderful noise that women make?) she'd didn't try to avoid my affections, she leaned in. Was she playing with me? Was she calling my bluff? Was it just my imagination?I remember thinking, (as I was building up the nerve to reach up with my left hand to touch her cheek and guide her into a proper kiss):
"what is happening?"
"I hope she kisses me back"
"oh no! Todd is going to walk up and see us kissing"
"I don't care that Todd is going to walk up and see us kissing!"
As quickly as I was enchanted, the spell was broken. I didn't get a chance for a proper kiss:
"Oooh, look at you two, finally someone's going to take some of the heat off of me!"
Todd teased as he returned.
Anne blushed. Fiercely.
We laughed the whole thing off . To this day, I don't know what Anne really thought of the whole situation. I don't know how much Todd actually saw. I don't even know if either of them remember the event at all. (how do you ask about something that lasted a few seconds 22+ years ago?)
Anyway, if I remember correctly, Anne's new perfume was Jessica McClintock, and karma is a bitch.
Fast forward six or eight months, when I had just met and and was quickly falling in love with Leanne. One evening we were alone and I leaned in to give her a kiss on that spot where her ear meets her neck. I caught a whiff of her perfume* and said:
"Oh, Anne..."
awkward silence
* to the best of my recollection, at the time Leanne was wearing Jessica McClintock. If it wasn't the same perfume Anne wore that fateful night, it was sufficiently similar for some part of my brain to conflate them I've tried to make sure that if I buy her perfume, it is Chanel.
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