The Longest New Year
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
After I helped Ken do his thing at the dinner theater and after the band played its show and after I’d managed to gain myself the worst headache of my young life, I drove up to Haverhill to meet up with the girl who had professed her crush for me in the waning days of 1995. I drove to a party where Louann was and after talking with a group of her friends who I didn’t know, I extracted her from the fray and we went out onto the porch.
On the porch Louann and I talked about what had gone down, how she liked me, how I was still figuring it out. And then, though it hurt my head very much to do so, I leaned in and I kissed her. We noticed that there were lots of faces in the windows but we tried not to let it bother us.
To kiss someone again was magical and the spell of that act entranced me and though I wasn’t sure she and I were meant to be she and I, I asked her if she would be interested in going on a date.
There was more kissing and then a parting and somehow I knew I’d just begun what would be one of the craziest years of my life.