The New Year’s Kiss
That clock strike of midnight on New Year’s Eve, when the person standing next to you turns and looks at you with longing, “Will you be the one to kiss me right now?”
And you, …
… with enough alcohol in your system to power a bullet train for three minutes at full speed, have found the capacity to ignore those giant nostrils, protruding lips and the chin hairs that remind you distinctly of your grandmother’s––all you can see are those huge, winsome, imploring eyes.
“Yes,” your pickled brain sighs, “yes …”