Total Truth Tuesday

What better way to rejoin my regularly scheduled blogging than with a Total Truth confession?

Here's my Total Truth:

My husband is the first person I ever kissed.

Truly, I am shuddering with embarrassment right now. 'Cause that's not really the kind of thing one likes to admit to. I mean, I didn't meet him when I was 16 or anything. My husband and I didn't start dating until I was 21. So...do the math. I didn't get my first kiss until I was 21. Can we say embarrassing?

But, let me explain why. Or rationalize why.

See, when I was about 14 I made this decision. I decided that I didn't really want to waste a whole lot of time kissing frogs before I found a prince. I'm not claiming this was some noble choice. I was 14. It was purely romantic. I assumed I'd meet my prince charming at the ripe old age of 16 and we'd date until college and then marry in a fairy tale wedding complete with singing woodland creatures. It's just that the fairy tale took a little longer than I expected.

At some point, though, the pact I made took on a life of its own. It was a secret. I never told anyone, but it became this defining moment of my life. I went to an all-girls' high school which meant avoiding dating wasn't too difficult. The women's college that came next made it even easier. And every guy I met was subjected to intense scrutiny. And, the next thing I knew I was 21 and had never been kissed.

Then I met this totally dreamy Hawaiian guy and, well, the rest is history. The first kiss was, um, the most awkward first kiss in history. I was shaking so hard I think he was worried I was having a seizure. But, the rest have been quite fairy tale-esque. And, while I wouldn't necessarily recommend this choice for everyone, I really am glad my first kiss got to be with the man I get to share firsts with for the rest of our lives.