i was a high school senior.
she was a freshman ... um, high school.
it was dark out.
it was also at the bottom of a snow filled sand trap as the last flurries of a mid-winter storm scurried by.
she was on top.
i on the bottom.
and in between, enough wool, down, and polyester to take the voluptuous right out of marilyn monroe.
i shivered and shook as she planted one on me, our teeth the first things to touch.
more like to clunk.
i drew blood.
we laughed, and laughed some more, and then a little more, and then ...
well, trying to explain what happened to me next would be akin to trying to capture the grandeur of the grand canyon with a cell phone camera.
it can't be done.
so i won't even try except to say, when all was said and done, i rose from that snowy sandtrap very different from when i had entered, bleeding teeth and all.
i can't put my finger on it but i had a new kind of smile.
one i had never had before.
it really was one of the few benefits of shyness.
that something so simple could become so treasured.