Parking and Kissing

In July of 1992, I met a girl at a fourth of July picnic we had through work.   She worked in the same place as me, so I kind of knew her, but we never really talked until the picnic.  I took an immediate liking to her.  She was cute, sexy and pretty tough in a Chicago city girl kind of way.

Over the next couple of weeks we talked a lot at work.   Then she finally asked me out because I was too much of a dork to ask her. For our date, I had a friend who owned a florist make the ugliest corsage ever designed.  It was truly bad.  She was in shorts (with very nice legs).  When she opened the box, she instantly started to crack-up.  She totally got the joke and then put the corsage on her ankle for the night.  She had tickets to a Christopher Cross outdoor concert which was very hard for me to comprehend given all her other cool vibes.  So I decided to swallow my musical sensibility and go to the show....it was for the girl I told myself.

The concert was good, but I think it was because I was getting a massive crush on her, so I could have been at a John Phillip Sousa concert and probably liked it (no offense John).  She drove me home in her car and we double parked with her hazard lights on in front of my flat on Chicago's northside lakeview neighborhood.   There was that moment that we all know too well...kiss or hug?   This song came on and I just grabbed her and we started kissing.   She was a great kisser and we probably kissed for a good hour or more before prying ourselves apart.

The relationship was an incredibly steamy one...at least for the few months it lasted.

I always think of her and those fine months when I hear this song...