This past Sunday I watched my husband, in character as a street cleaner in Jerusalem, talking about Passover in a monologue/skit that he dreamed up and performed. He gets up in front of over 400 people every Sunday to do an object lesson (Sometimes it’s Coca-Cola and Mentos, sometimes there’s fire involved, you get the idea)(He surprises everyone every week). I feel like he surprises me the most every week, because he never tells me what tricks he has up his sleeve ahead of me watching with everyone else. I’ve been married to him for almost twelve years and the young punk I married would not be standing up there, so comfortable in his skin and his role and doing the crazy things he does.

Our courtship was fast. After our first date we had plans to go to a movie (Toy Story!), a friend’s concert, and for me to attend his work Christmas party as his date. We spent our time talking about the next time we’d be hanging out, we cuddled a lot while watching said movie or the t.v. and yet, four or five dates in, there was no kissing. Finally, knowing that he was on the shy side, and not being the most patient of people, I leaned in.

That was that. All it took was for me to lean in and then he met me in the middle. He’s had to problem taking the initiative since then. Ahem.

How about you? Who instigated your first kiss?

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