Sucking Face with My Husband

365 Writing Prompt

erika sauter
Jul 27, 2017 · 3 min read
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Writing Prompt: Share your favorite date memory.

He wasn’t my husband yet. I’m not sure if we were even in the labeling it Boyfriend and Girlfriend stage yet. We were in the stage of the prehistoric phase referred to as, “Dating,” back when dating was cool, and the normal thing to do.

We had been friends for almost a decade. I think we had each other figured out rather well. He was quiet, reserved and nervous. I was free spirited, carefree minded and adventurous. When we dated he pulled out all the stops.

He’d pick me up at my place, open doors for me, hold my hand, take me to dinner and a show and then drop me back at home.

One time I traded him a rubber finger for a crossbow. He still has the rubber finger. I still have the crossbow.

I remember always snapping at him when he would open the car door. “Do you think I’m too feeble to open my own door?” He would respond in terror.

I’m a bit assertive by nature.

We’ve always had the best time together even when we’ve done nothing.

One night, he picked me up and we went to the park across the street from my house. You know, the one with the canal path where women are often sexually assaulted. The one where some guy stabbed another guy to death with a tree branch. Yes, m-hm, that one.

It was quite romantic.

We lay on the grass, cuddling and looking up at the hazy glow of the city lights against the dark sky. We sucked face and told each other stories. It was as if we were the only two people in the world, minus the wrongdoers we kept an eye out for so we weren’t the next victims.

It was after 10:00 PM and the police did their rounds of kicking people out of the park. They drove around beaming their search lights into the great wide open and blasted, “Time to get going,” through their megaphones.

And so we left but neither of us felt we were done spending time with each other. We parked outside my house and sat in his jeep and sucked face some more. When the evening was over he walked me to my back gate.

We could hear the music still playing from his jeep. He pulled me in close and with a twirl we began to dance and continued to dance until we lost track of time. It was so sweet. The sweetest moment of any date I’ d ever been on.

It’s years later and on the nights he pulls me close to him while we’re standing in the kitchen, with a twirl I can almost hear that same song playing in the background through his jeep window.

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Editorial Reporter@ Hometown Current Newspaper. Iowa County, Iowa. Library patron, cat enthusiast & tree hugger. I write stories, snap photographs and farm.

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