It had to be him. No one else would do. I hand picked him for this important moment of my life. My first kiss.
And before I knew it, I was in his grasp and he was passionately kissing me on the lips. I had no choice but to respond. His cold, firm plastic lips pressed firmly against my full, very responsive ones.
He was a poster, protected from U V radiation with a polycarbonate resin so he could be mine forever.
And it wasn't the return I had expected.
It was so.... one sided.
Finally I pulled myself away, shying back as a young lady appropriately should. I looked back at him shocked at what had just taken place. Did that just happen? No, it couldn’t have. But it did. And there was proof. As I turned and walked away from my postered lover, my mark remained. There upon his lips was a lipstick stamp in the shape of my puckered lips. I’ll wipe it off later, I thought to myself. Tomorrow. I won’t forget. I went to bed that night dreaming of Dr. Jones rescuing me from natives, snakes, and bugs. No one would find out about our love. “Our moment” was a secret that only he and I shared.
It had been a while since our expression of love. I was cleaning my room, picking up the dirty clothes from my floor, making my bed, and placing my things in order.
“Janna, is this yours?” my younger brother walked into my room holding a pile of my clean laundry in his hands. I turned around to look at what he was holding when I noticed that his attention was suddenly drawn to something behind me, in the direction of my Harrison Ford poster. I slowly turned my head around to see where his line of vision was leading. No! Quickly I turned back around just in time to catch his facial expressions change. He no longer cared about the laundry. A suspicious smirk spread across his face, then slowly changed into a Cheshire cat grin, which then quickly advanced into a complete hilarious laugh attack, “Janna, did you….?” he asked as he gasped for air to continue.
“Did-you-kiss," laughter, wheezing, laughter, "the-Indiana-Jones-poster?” his body convulsing through a fit of hysteria and tears.
The evidence! Fool, I had forgotten to rid of the evidence!
Willie: And you're too proud to admit that you're crazy about me, Dr. Jones!
Indiana Jones: If you want me Willie, you know where to find me.
Willie: Five minutes. You'll be back over here in five minutes.
Indiana Jones: I'll be asleep in five minutes.
Willie: Five. You know it, and I know it.
Or maybe sometimes I would just pretend.