March 15th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

OK here she be. The continuation-ay of the longest.soap opera.ever. Seriously. We’re only like, three months into the TWO YEAR SAGA. Mommy, hold me.

To catch up, go here, which has a link to the post that has all the links. Got that?

———————–

San Francisco was finally where things with Matt started to get . . . interesting.  I had brought one of my best girlfriends on the trip, and we were assigned to sleep in the guest bedroom at Matt’s parents house.  We were staying there for one night  before heading to the Russian River Valley.  The guest room had a full size bed for us to share.  Matt was assigned to sleep in his sister’s bedroom on the floor (and then Matt’s guest, who for purposes of this story we will call Stink Foot (trust me, he deserves that name and someday I’ll tell that story) was on the couch in the family room.)

We all went off to bed after our late night San Francisco sightseeing adventure.  At about 2 AM, my girlfriend and I awoke to the door squeaking open.  Matt asked if he could join us.  I wasn’t exactly going to say no (have I mentioned he was hot?) . . . so he hopped in the bed on my side and snuggled up next to me.  The THREE of us slept in the bed all night and Matt got TOTALLY busted by his Mom in the morning, seeing that he was in a bed with TWO girls and NOT in his assigned sleeping quarters.  Despite “sleeping together” that night, there had been no kissing.

That day we drove to the cabin, which was awesome.  It had a large bedroom in the back and then a sleeping porch that contained three queen size beds and then two twins.  Matt had invited his best friend who was married with a darling little boy.  They claimed the bedroom and the rest of us (there was quite a group of us at this point because more people just kept showing up) hauled our stuff to the sleeping porch.  We all claimed a bed of our own, since there were so many.  We were less than a block from the river and only a few miles from the nearest town.  We had meal plans and bathing suits and that was about it.

The first night we were there, we watched a movie and went to bed pretty late.  We all climbed in our own beds and turned off the lights.  I was in a queen and Matt was in one of the twins.  Within about half an hour, Matt scooted out of his bed and came to snuggle with me.  (Memo to all of you there were like TEN people all sharing this one room.)  that’s all that happened.  Cuddling, snuggling, hugging.  Nothing else.

The second night we were there . . . snuggling.  By this time Matt had abandoned his own bed and just started hanging out in mine.  I’m sure our parents would have been appalled, but again, TEN PEOPLE IN ONE ROOM.  What could really happen?

The third and final night, for some reason Matt and I were totally wired after everyone went to bed.  We were lying there laughing our heads off, covering our faces with pillows trying not to wake the other people in the room.  I can’t remember what was so freaking funny, but we were crying we were laughing so hard.  After about two hours, we calmed down enough to keep it to a giggle, and we were lying there facing each other, just giggling . . . and finally, it happened . . . Matt kissed me.  One single, tender kiss.  Then he hugged me tight, and we both started laughing again.

That was not only our first kiss . . . it was also our last.