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Jan. 8th, 2005

Had a nice time on my date with Jenn tonight. I took her to the BU-Northeastern hockey game. It was a close, exciting game, which BU won 3-1 (really 2-1, if you don't count the empty-netter with about 20 seconds left in the game). She sure is quite the hockey fan, rattling on about such-and-such player doing this, and I know what's-his-face and he'll be pissed about that sign, and oh there's Ray Bourque's son sitting in the stands behind the team. Man, I must sound like this when going on about the Chargers! We ran into wildraven and Todd at the game as well; they were seated in the same row several seats down.

Jenn and I walked to the Pru afterwards for dinner at California Pizza Kitchen and had a great time talking about debugging code, some of the projects she's working on, psychology, books, poetry, etc. We were there well past closing.

I walked her home, and we lingered outside her door for several minutes talking about a number of things. Finally, we said goodbye and I pulled her towards me for a kiss. She didn't resist, but I think she had a surprised look on her face. Something felt awkward, so at the last the moment I redirected, aiming the kiss away from her lips towards her cheek. I missed. I kissed...

...her ear.

HER EAR!!! Right on the edge of the upper lobe.

There was nothing to do but turn around and walk away, with horrible visions of Jeff Murdoch muttering, "I like ears. Especially women ears, they're my favourite! I don't mean I collect them, or anything, I don't have a big bucket of women-ears hidden away somewhere. No-no-no! I'm not after your ears, really! Not that there's anything wrong with your ears. If I was some kind of mad ear person your ears would be the pride of my … ear bucket. Oh my god!"


I'm going to pretend it didn't happen. When I ask her out again, she'll either laugh at me, in which case I move on, or she'll accept and we simply won't refer to the whole ear thing. "She thinks I collect women's ears in a bucket...No! No! let's not get started on the whole ear thing again." <whimper, whimper>


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Jan. 8th, 2005 01:42 am (UTC)
There's an old saying, "it takes a lot of practice to kiss like a beginner."

It sounds as if you have finally achieved it! Bravo!

Jan. 8th, 2005 06:24 am (UTC)
Or maybe she has really sensitive ears, and she’s been fantasizing about that kiss ever since. “Oh, I wonder what his teeth are like! I wonder if he likes nibbling the tops of ears; almost nobody does that! Wow, if only that kiss had lasted longer! I wonder if he would have slipped a finger behind my ear and stroked the little bump there while he kissed my earlobe. Oh, I so wish he’d kissed the other one too!”

(Just trying to be helpful.)
Jan. 8th, 2005 07:42 am (UTC)
As Tubby said to me, "There are worse places you could have kissed." But the cheek is such a big target...how does one miss?!?
Jan. 8th, 2005 08:07 am (UTC)
Ears can be sexy. Being kissed on the ear can be sexy. Don't sweat it.

On the other hand, the whole "bucket of ears" thing reminded me of an exchange from Jean Kerr's Mary, Mary (ca. 1960):

Mary (seeing a dish on the living room table): Oh! These are dried apricots!

Bob: Well, what did you think they were?

Mary: Ears.
Jan. 8th, 2005 10:31 am (UTC)
The first time I kissed R (after saying goodbye in the front seat of my car), he was, apparently, totally not expecting it and in his confusion managed to get himself in position for a corner-of-the-eyeglasses kiss, which I think ended up with my lips on metal and my glasses banging into his (now crookedly postioned). Boy, did that feel clumsy. (And like maybe I'd seriously misread the nature of of his interest in me--which turned out not to be true.)

But, I'm sticking with my story that it was all his fault, since I refuse to believe that I'm a clumsy kisser. (So, you can just blame Jenn and her damned poor kiss-reflexes is what I say :-)
Jan. 8th, 2005 03:10 pm (UTC)
She seems really cool.

She, Todd, and I should all talk hockey at a game sometime in the future while R, you, and Lisa can have a support group in the row behind us. :-)

Kissing the ear, eh? I've done worse.
I can hear the ding in the background, "Wanna get away?"

On the positive note, R got my attention the first night we met by playing with my ear 3 minutes after we met...

4 years later...

So there!

BU-BC next weekend!

(and I'll pull for the Chargers for you and Rob tonight) :-)
Jan. 8th, 2005 03:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Jenn
You could help me make amends for the ear thing if you were somehow able to score a couple of extra tickets to the BU-BC game for Jenn and me. <wink>
Jan. 8th, 2005 10:22 pm (UTC)
I hear you.
Should I go to our local pet store and get you a bag of pig ears to practice on?
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