The Blurt, Part 4

For those who want the story from the beginning (I know, I know, it's been terribly drawn out):
Blurt Part 1
Blurt Part 2
Blurt Part 3

Where was I in my love story? Ah, yes, there I was, safely ensconsed in my parent's warm bosom while my house was renovated, living in the bedroom next to theirs, calling 'Night, John Boy" before going to sleep. Okay, I admit, that might be pushing it a bit, we really aren't anything like The Waltons, but you get the idea. And at the same time romance was blooming, surreptiously, like teenagers. It was exhiliratingly fun. Some plans were made - dinners and such, with friends, nothing one-to-one, but the more I learnt, the more I got to know, the more I liked.

A common sense of humour (yes, the 11-year old boy one), a common outlook on love and all the wonderful shiny bits and the tangles associated with it (come on, we're in our 30's, baggage is part of the deal). A kindred spirit, as Anne of Green Gables would say. It happened at one of the dinners where old friends of each of us were met, another thing that attracted me... I like people who have old, comfortable friends. I always think it's a good sign. It was at one of those dinners where 'air was needed', a walk outside, despite the rain. We left our respective friends to chew the fat amongst themselves (who were getting on fabulously - another good sign). I wrote this the next day:

It was a completely unremarkable setting – an alley, protected from the rain, where the restaurant’s kitchen door was closed. Big drops of rain dripped from the eaves. A cigarette, and then a perfectly fluid movement to bend and kiss me and it felt like a movie kiss, with a swelling soundtrack. Melting into each other, inspiring Mills & Boon-esque, frilly descriptions. Then the door opened, and a pool of light fell on us. One of the klitchen staff. We directed him to the broom and the cloth, behind the door, and skipped off, giggling like naughty schoolchildren, translucent in the light of it, electrified, wanting much more.

I don't think I can explain it better now. It was that electricity thing, the kiss that takes your breath away and makes you reach for more. See? I told you, I'm getting all Sweet Valley High about it. Really, I'm such a girly girl. But it was, just that.

It was also at one of the lunches that a bunch of us spoke about a weekend away to a beautiful valley outside The City Beneath the Mountain. A paradise-like place and... we were ALL going. Shivers of delight, tummy twirlings of anticipation, the occassional twinge of anxiety...

You know what I'm talking about: all the good stuff that comes with the beginnings of something beautiful, don't you?