A good first kiss will lead you to believe in love and the possibility of you sharing love with the person on the other side of that liplock. A bad first kiss will have you doubt that there’s any chemistry at all between you two. A confusing first kiss will just leave you confused.
Langston pulled himself out of the kiss as I continued to lean in. Drunk on the liplock, I blinked and opened my eyes to see him leaning back and smiling. He had the second half of his Po’ Boy in his hand and was ready to take a bite. Meanwhile, I was ready to take a bite out of him. I thought the feeling was mutual, but his complete shift in focus and energy threw me off.
Langston laughed, “So good right?”
I couldn’t tell if he was talking about our kiss or the Po’ Boy. “What is? The sandwich?” I asked.
“Yeah, you like it?” Langston asked. I thought he was joking, but he wasn’t smirking.
I leaned back into my seat, confused. “Yeah, it’s really good. Melts in my mouth,” I said with an attitude.
We finished our food and kept the conversation light–where was the last place you traveled, what’s your favorite Prince song. We compared the list of celebrities we’ve met and the entire time Langston’s mood was positive and mine was starting to sink. I couldn’t get the kiss out of my head, especially because of the way he pulled himself out of it.
I didn’t want to nag this new man in my life about the kiss, but I couldn’t get over it. I was clear that he liked me. His body language said it all–he liked holding my hand, he’d swap sides with me when we walked so that he was always on the side where the street was, he’d ask follow-up questions after I shared details about my life with him and there was a look in his eyes every time he looked at me.
By the time we made it back to the hotel, my plan was to get another kiss to assess whether or not Langston would get weird again. We stopped in front of the hotel and Langston held on to my hand. I started leaning in and Langston interrupted my agenda and said, “I’ll walk you upstairs.”
I smiled at the idea of Langston playing it cool, but knew that this was my chance to get that kiss and maybe more. “OK, great. Did you have fun?”
“I had a great time with you,” Langston said in his thick New Orleans accent.
“Let’s do it again tomorrow. It’s my last night here,” I said, sneakily trying to solidify a second date with my stadium bae.
“We can do that. I work, so it’ll be another late night.”
We were at my door and I immediately cooed, “Want to come in?”
“I can’t. I just wanted to walk you upstairs. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Langston leaned in and deliberately kissed me on the cheek, even with my lips perched and ready for a smooch.
I tried to hide the disappointment in my face, “Yeah, see you tomorrow buddy.” I slapped Langston on his arm and went inside my room.
I was laying in bed when I received a text from Langston. “Thanks for a really good night. Looking forward to more.”
Again he confirmed that he actually was into me, but I was still stuck on the kiss –or the lack thereof.
That night at the show, I sat in Langston’s section by coincidence. A friend of mine had amazing seats –5th row center –and because that night featured Kendrick Lamar and Diddy’s Bad Boy Reunion Tour, I made an easy decision to sit with her.
After Kendrick’s set, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Langston smiling at me with that thick, gorgeous beard of his almost hiding his smile. “What’s up?”
“Hey you,” I said.
“I’m going to text you,” Langston said before walking back to his post.