My 10 in March 2010

I had done it in January but I skipped it in February because I was lazy. I even had an alert in my Outlook and I kept snoozing it.

  • Read Going Bovine and Rumors. — Started Going Bovine, I’m at half of Rumors. Finished Rumors and loved it but it ends terribly, I have no choice to read Envy to know if things eventually go well. Stopped Going Bovine, I lost interest.
  • Call my grandma
  • Blog about Pride and Prejudice and Zombies : Dawn of the Dreadfuls.
  • Go for a walk and take pictures
  • Buy shelves for the office so we can go on with our lives — Elles sont choisies chez Ikea et je devrais les acheter à la fin du mois, le 27 ! We bought one shelf and we are waiting for the others to be available at the store.
  • File taxes
  • Finish my 2nd homework for psychology class (I have done half)
  • Be happy and joyful at the Dragon Rouge at my boyfriend’s birthday (I hate the restaurant but it’s my boyfriend’s favorite)
  • Let my boyfriend kiss me very publicly at said restaurant (I hate public displays of affection with tongue) Not my fault we didn’t go to Dragon Rouge. I still did the last two at Dia y note.
  • Go at the gym to weight train once a week –– 4 down

1990: Premier french kiss

My very first french kiss was when I was in fourth grade with Philippe Tremblay. I thought kissing was gross and wasn’t into it at all after that.

I was a teen and now had friends ( we were at least 15 boys and girls all hanging out together) kissing and sex were a lot of what we talked about. I was 15 years-old and one of those friends was H.D. (the one I talked about marriage with in grad school).

At 15, H. was tall, slim and still had this 1000 watt smile. He was also very nice, kind and respectful. I was nervous, jittery, mysterious. I was often asked what I was thinking about. Of course, I said « Nothing. »

We started going out together and I became so nervous. It was expected that I kiss him at some point. But he was a gentleman and didn’t press it. He came home to see my parents, I went to supper at his mom’s place. But I was so stiff, I kept my hands to myself, I don’t remember ever hugging him.

Then there was this party at a friend’s house. Music, sweaty bodies, chips, beer. I had to be there, they were my friends. And H. was my boyfriend.

So as we sat on a couch surrounded by other teens doing what they do at parties (snapping their retainers, drowning in beer, girating their hips) H. decided he was going to kiss me and he did. And there it was. Too much mouth, too much noise and saliva, there was the tongue again, it was bizarre and I broke up.

I just couldn’t face it, kissing again. It was making me feel claustrophobic.

So I went single again. It really bothered me to break up with H. because he was nice but kissing made me sick.

He later went out with my locker partner. And he still gives a very enthusiastic wave to my parents when he meets them.