In romance, there is a learning curve we all must traverse.
First kiss may seem like the ultimate in excitement, until it happens and we find ourselves liplocked with a drooling boy, with something hard shoved down his pants.
That first alien experience when we girls discover what that hard thing feels like directly. It drools also, much to our amazement.
The first time we let him fumble around – who knew bra straps were such a mystery?
And then, when we finally let him go all the way. For me that was to be with the altar behind us. Our wedding day was exhausting, with an evening spent socializing with everyone but him. I was nervous, naturally. Mostly because, despite the fact that all my romantic experiences up ’til then had not been what I expected, I had dreamed this moment would be perfection. Just like all the romance novels I’d read, where the heroine is worshiped by her man. Things always go so smoothly, don’t they?
I suppose my first mistake was thinking that a limo was a good idea, so he would be free to drink and not have to drive back to our hotel. Suffice to say my learning curve is complete: bra straps are even more a mystery, floors are hard, and drooling and snoring also go together.
This virgin bride will try not to step on him when I get up in the morning.
8 thoughts on “Romance – The Learning Curve (Fiction)”
Love the humor here in what can be almost paralyzingly awkward at the time!
Thank you. 🙂 It’s certainly an experience one tends to remember, good or bad.
An amusing journey from start to finish.
Thank you. 🙂 Much more amusing in anecdote than real life, for some. 🙂
it is always amusing when you finally learn your companion snores. somehow the snores don’t seem so bad when it comes from your own partner.
Not at first, at least. Everything is adorable at the beginning. 😉