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The Night Of Our 100th Kiss

I expressed a concern that this needed to be special. It took some work, but she agreed to my plan that we would hold the kiss for some 100 seconds (me, holding a stopwatch in my hand). With the kiss came the realization that every little thing about this was awkward: the breathing, the eye contact, the checking of the stopwatch. When she came to the same conclusion, she unleashed a splendidly violent chuckle that almost cost us the kiss. The best part--by far!--was her attempt to explain this discovery: muffled words, her very thoughts, passing directly through my mouth.

Story by:

Brian Burmeister


6 October 2015