My girlfriend
and I didn't actually being our relationship in the most conventional way, in that there was a prolonged period of casual, rather naughty, friendship beforehand (whoever says those things end in tears huh?).

The actual story of us properly going out is rather sweet, but rather long and I'll refrain from typing up. The story of how we first kissed, however, is slightly easier. We'd been chatting for a while, having known each other in passing through mutual friends for some years. She'd come over to my room at Uni, we'd had mulled wine, watched a film, chatted, and as I talked more and more, I couldn't quite think of that right moment to initiate a little more bodily contact, get that little bit closer. Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was the nerves.

With a serious case of flirt's block, trying the slow and steady organic approach seemed less and less likely, so, with all the grace and candour of a drunken University student, I said out loud, mid conversation "Fuck it" and kissed her.

We've been going out for more than six months now, despite her living in a foreign country...
(LickOutTheJamsMotherfuckers!, Sun 13 Dec 2009, 23:55, Reply)