get to Raleigh before the traffic picks up; it’s about an hour commute and the less time in the car the better.
“Are we meeting her there, or is she riding with us?” I asked Jenn, as we were getting our stuff together to get into the car.
“I think we’re meeting her there, but let me check.” She states, as she picks up her cell phone to call Harper Kelly.
“Hey Harp! Are we meeting you there, or are you riding with?” Jenn asks in her super sweet, debutante voice. “OK. Cool. See you then.” She says, hanging up, then she turns to me with a smile on her pretty face and says “She’s meeting us in the food court at Crabtree Valley.”
And with that, we were on our way. Jake Owen’s ‘Barefoot Blue Jean Night’ was the first song on the radio and I was instantly in a great mood. This has all the makings for a great day.
“So are you going to give me any details about the whole Jason thing?” Jenn asks, before we even get out the driveway might I add.
“No!” was my knee-jerk reaction. Then I laughed and smiled and frankly I am not sure exactly what I want to tell, if anything at all. “I don’t know… what do you want to know?” I ask, fully knowing that this could be regrettable.
“Everything of course! What’s the deal? Are y’all boyfriend-girlfriend status, or just messing around or … gosh I don’t know, you need to tell me something!” Jenn spits out before I can make heads or tails of the whole thing.
“No, definitely not an item if that’s what you mean. And I don’t know if I want to be or not, I don’t think I trust myself enough around him. The whole thing is intimidating, to be honest. I’m just kind of rolling with the punches for now, and enjoying the moment.” I think that’s about as honest I can get about the whole situation to be frank.
“That tells me about absolutely nothing! Is he a good kisser?” She is seriously prying for more information? Gosh.
“Like I would have any comparison to give you an adequate form of measure!” I scoff.
“OK, true enough. But, did you enjoy it?” She smiles at me from behind her Jackie Kennedy sun glasses.
“I did.” I admit, and it’s the first time I admitted that to anyone, including myself. And I did enjoy it, and it confused me, still confuses me and makes me smile…. amongst a million other things!
“Well then, you’ve been thoroughly kissed. Do you feel like a new person?” Jenn asks with this huge, larger than life smile on her alabaster face.
“Well,” I started off, and to think about it I haven’t mulled this over fully yet. “I do, in a way, and that’s the part I don’t like. I feel as if I am not being 100 percent true to myself in some fashion.”
“What do you mean?” She asks, turning to face me dead on.
“I mean, I’m not sure how my behavior ties in with my faith. I’m very much in turmoil on this.” I said, biting my lower lip, in high debate on this internally.
“You’re not thinking about cashing in your V card or anything, are you?” She accosted me.
“Goodness no!” I shriek, I think I almost braked on the highway when she threw that sword at me.
“Then there is no big conundrum. Remember, we sin because we are sinners, not the other way around.” Jenn said turning back into her seat.
I think that is the sagest advice she has given me in a long time. It’s a rite of passage, part of growing up – kissing boys that is – and as long as I’m not losing sight of what is really important, I suppose it’s not as bad as I had thought. However, this also doesn’t mean that I go kissing every boy there is either.
“Well, then there you have it.” I offer, to kill the conversation. The rest of the ride in was filled with laughter and gossip of the rich and beautiful – from Channing Tatum to Mila Kunis – and I honestly loved every minute of it, trite information and all. I get why most women are attracted to Channing Tatum, but my reserve is still for a boy
“Are we meeting her there, or is she riding with us?” I asked Jenn, as we were getting our stuff together to get into the car.
“I think we’re meeting her there, but let me check.” She states, as she picks up her cell phone to call Harper Kelly.
“Hey Harp! Are we meeting you there, or are you riding with?” Jenn asks in her super sweet, debutante voice. “OK. Cool. See you then.” She says, hanging up, then she turns to me with a smile on her pretty face and says “She’s meeting us in the food court at Crabtree Valley.”
And with that, we were on our way. Jake Owen’s ‘Barefoot Blue Jean Night’ was the first song on the radio and I was instantly in a great mood. This has all the makings for a great day.
“So are you going to give me any details about the whole Jason thing?” Jenn asks, before we even get out the driveway might I add.
“No!” was my knee-jerk reaction. Then I laughed and smiled and frankly I am not sure exactly what I want to tell, if anything at all. “I don’t know… what do you want to know?” I ask, fully knowing that this could be regrettable.
“Everything of course! What’s the deal? Are y’all boyfriend-girlfriend status, or just messing around or … gosh I don’t know, you need to tell me something!” Jenn spits out before I can make heads or tails of the whole thing.
“No, definitely not an item if that’s what you mean. And I don’t know if I want to be or not, I don’t think I trust myself enough around him. The whole thing is intimidating, to be honest. I’m just kind of rolling with the punches for now, and enjoying the moment.” I think that’s about as honest I can get about the whole situation to be frank.
“That tells me about absolutely nothing! Is he a good kisser?” She is seriously prying for more information? Gosh.
“Like I would have any comparison to give you an adequate form of measure!” I scoff.
“OK, true enough. But, did you enjoy it?” She smiles at me from behind her Jackie Kennedy sun glasses.
“I did.” I admit, and it’s the first time I admitted that to anyone, including myself. And I did enjoy it, and it confused me, still confuses me and makes me smile…. amongst a million other things!
“Well then, you’ve been thoroughly kissed. Do you feel like a new person?” Jenn asks with this huge, larger than life smile on her alabaster face.
“Well,” I started off, and to think about it I haven’t mulled this over fully yet. “I do, in a way, and that’s the part I don’t like. I feel as if I am not being 100 percent true to myself in some fashion.”
“What do you mean?” She asks, turning to face me dead on.
“I mean, I’m not sure how my behavior ties in with my faith. I’m very much in turmoil on this.” I said, biting my lower lip, in high debate on this internally.
“You’re not thinking about cashing in your V card or anything, are you?” She accosted me.
“Goodness no!” I shriek, I think I almost braked on the highway when she threw that sword at me.
“Then there is no big conundrum. Remember, we sin because we are sinners, not the other way around.” Jenn said turning back into her seat.
I think that is the sagest advice she has given me in a long time. It’s a rite of passage, part of growing up – kissing boys that is – and as long as I’m not losing sight of what is really important, I suppose it’s not as bad as I had thought. However, this also doesn’t mean that I go kissing every boy there is either.
“Well, then there you have it.” I offer, to kill the conversation. The rest of the ride in was filled with laughter and gossip of the rich and beautiful – from Channing Tatum to Mila Kunis – and I honestly loved every minute of it, trite information and all. I get why most women are attracted to Channing Tatum, but my reserve is still for a boy
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