Wine and Kissing

Anonymous

My Husband and I shared our first kiss over a glass of Rioja.

He had gone all out for a special evening on an Atlanta rooftop with the nice view, and made sure to include a bottle of my favorite Spanish wine.  He knew how much I loved it, especially since I lived in Spain for a summer.

So there we were: city of Atlanta below us, glasses of Rioja between us, and neither one of us could figure out how to move forward to that first kiss.  I finally broke the ice…

“You know, the Spanish have a special kiss that’s very coy and smooth”, I said while swirling my wine and then taking a sip.  He looked at me with intrigue.  I then proceeded to give him that Spanish kiss: slowly kissed him on his right check, moved slowly to leave a kiss on his left cheek, then I moved my lips to his forehead leaving a kiss there, and finally a brief kiss on his lips.  My heart was racing thinking about how bold I was, and I quickly took another drink of wine to gather myself.  Clearly, the brief kiss on the lips wasn’t enough for him, because then he took the glass out of my hand and made sure I had his full attention for the real kiss.

We married 5 years later, and spent our honeymoon in Spain… drinking plenty of Rioja.