Guest blogger mom-on-the-edge: New Year's and nostalgia go hand-in-hand, which probably explains why an old flame suddenly found me on Facebook. Dec. 31st happens to be his birthday and the same day we met nine years ago. I was at a party in Tahoe and wondered what would happen at midnight. He swooped in and kissed me passionately on the lips. I'll never forget it because then his best friend kissed me too. It totally took me by surprise. Just like this e-mail ...
"so check this out -- am sitting on baby nap patrol and all I can do is think about you! about the day we met. my mind keeps going back to that night... tasting your sweet wet lips... sitting here with a massive bulge in my shorts thinking of all things I didn't get to do with/to you ... don't you feel bad for me?"
I sat stunned.
1) The guy is married! With kids!
2) He should write romance novels. Sweet wet lips. Massive bulge.
3) He's thinking about ME?
I quickly closed my laptop. It was all too much. I needed time to process. I felt bad for the other mom. I would be so hurt if my husband wrote that to some woman.
I kept the secret to myself.
Just as the clock was about to strike twelve, my son started crying. I took him out of his crib and held him on the couch. Nine! Eight! I looked back at my husband who was on the computer. Seven! Six! I watched the crowd on TV cheering in Times Square. Five! Four! My son fell back to sleep. Three! Two! One! Happy New Year! My husband didn't look up. "It's New Year's!" Nothing. "Aren't you gonna come over and give your wife a kiss?" "Why do I have to?" That's exactly what he said, "Why do I have to?" And, he never got up.
Now, that was the ultimate New Year's kiss ... off.