I have this thing, you know, one of those things, it’s like a fantasy but it could be a reality. I want to kiss a boy in a tree. I’m not totally deluded about it, in fact I’m very realistic about it, I’d be most happy if the boy was my husband.
But I’m afraid. Not afraid of climbing a tree. Nor kissing a boy, heck knows I’ve done enough of that to know that it’s not scary, especially with my own man. But I’m afraid of disappointment. In my mind it’s a magical event. It punctuates time.
I’d be less than satisfied if the branch was that little bit too thin and the moment was diminished by the presence of a nervous anxiety that you are seconds away from plummeting to the ground. Or, heaven forbid, our teeth bumped, like some of those first awkward kisses snatched on the jerk of public transport. That just wouldn’t do. But then, that’s no reason not to take action.
So there’s only one thing for it. I must peel my relaxed, zombie killing hero away from his seated pose in front of the screen, to climb a tree.
A short while later…
He wasn’t sure if it was really necessary at first. I wasn’t sure if it was the kissing he was finding unnecessary, the climbing of the tree, or just plain going outside that was the issue. Reluctantly he donned his gumboots and casually strode across the lawn to the climbing tree, with me frolicking behind.
“Ooh, I’m not sure I’ll be able to get up there” I observed on arrival, frozen in my step and suddenly confronted by the logistics of my reverie.
My paladin grabbed a nearby garden chair and I scrambled up the rough damp limbs. I perched on a branch while my dearest joined me with ease.
In the dark of late dusk we sat with legs dangling. Taking in the view, but only for a short while.
“I can see a star”, my zombie slayer observed.
“It’s quite high here isn’t it”, I mused, particularly as we had only ventured to the lowest sturdy branch.
My branch was hard and woody beneath me but I leaned in and I closed my eyes to the dappled lights of the house.
So it was the first time kissing my boy in a tree, and while not the impromptu whimsical experience that I had first envisioned, it was close to it, and it will not be the last time.