Emily is my personal physician..
Not like, legally..
but i made her one via internet..
because she is a doctor.
and I am not.
But she is my friend.
That is what blog friends are for..
making you things on etsy
and answering your common cold questions.
hello, friends of Megan.
i'm Emily, the mastermind behind the little blog Em=Me
pleasure to make your acquaintance.
i've been here guest posting before
and, lemme tell ya, it's great to be back.
|my first stethoscope. circa 2006.|
i'm a doctor.
and so is my husband, Nick.
we're both in residency in San Antonio, TX.
he's from California, i'm from Florida
so being Texans is a fantastic sojourn for us both.
he's training to be a Physiatrist (rehab doc)
i'm training to be an Emergency Medicine Physician.
i get patients coming in to the hospital,
he gets them coming out.
(if the hospital were a body, i'd be the mouth, and he'd be the....you get the point)
so Megan asked us to write about a first.
i thought about writing about the first time i had to give a patient bad news.
but, hello depressing-face.
so i decided to go a more light-hearted route
and tell you about my first kiss.
it took place in college.
which is why all these pictures are circa 2002-2006
why were you so old?
well that, my friends, is where our story begins.
|me and my college roomies/besties...Rachel and Marsa (pronounced Marseille. coolest name evah.)|
i was a pretty sheltered kid in high school
my parents used to be missionaries
and i was raised in church my whole life
plus--the kicker--i was homeschooled from 4th grade to graduation
(feel free to judge me immediately)
so i wasn't getting asked out on a whole lot of dates
at youth group.
so i went to college first-kiss-less
poor, pathetic me.
i went to a christian college
Palm Beach Atlantic University, to be precise
so people were all bajiggity about dating there too.
i went on one date with this guy i had a crush on freshman year
we had an awesome time
then he didn't speak to me again until Junior year.
first date fail.
i was all, forget this shiz.
and i made a pact with myself.
i decided that the next person i dated would be the person i would marry.
might as well just do it once, right?
seemed like a good idea at the time.
|me, going cray-zay. dancing off my sexual frustration.|
so freshman and sophomore year came and went
i went on a few dates
but never really "dated" anybody.
until junior year.
when J came along.
he was a tidbit older.
and wasn't afraid when i told him about my master plan.
so we started dating.
but we didn't start kissing right away.
when you've waited until you're 20 to have that first kiss
it becomes a big deal.
once he asked me if he could kiss me
and i wasn't mentally prepared.
so i said no.
not sure what i was waiting for
a sign from God?
a few nights later
he had taken me on a date at the Breakers Hotel
we didn't eat there.
or stay there.
we really just walked around
because one of his friends worked valet there
and let us in.
so there we were...canoodling on one of the 12,000 sofas in the lobby
when it just...happened
first kiss: check.
and it was followed by my second, third,...hundredth kisses as well.
he called me the natural.
gifted by God, apparently.
as for the rest of the relationship...
it lasted 5 months
and ended in a fiery crash (proverbial, not literal)
at my parents' house
the day after Thanksgiving.
when he told me
"i just can't do this anymore"
so much for "doing it once" eh?
|me. resilient. playing with the color controls on my Canon point n shoot. obvi. you did too.|
i am happy to report that this whole debacle
didn't jade me too terribly
like, i didn't suddenly swing the other way
and turn into a major slut
turns out i like kissing, though.
and i did, however, take kissing a little less seriously
becoming slightly more liberal with my kisses
but not too bad.
i never got herpes or anything.
which is good for this guy
|sweet sweet kisses|
our first married kiss
so there you have it.
my first kiss.
come by and say hello sometime.
there's more kisses where these came from.