Me: I want it to be the colour of cherries.
Him: Something like this?
Me: No, lighter than that.
Him: How about this one?
Me: Nope. Darker than that.
Him: This?
Me: No, that’s not it either. How can I describe it? You know when you’ve been kissing someone for a really long time? I want it to be the colour of her lips.’
Him: Excuse me?
Me: What?
Him: You want the colour of kissed lips?
Me: No. I want the colour of lips that have been kissed so hard and for so long that they’re puffy and bruised and raw.
Later…
Him [shaking his head]: The colour of kissed lips…
Me [laughing]: Come on! It’s not that weird.
Him: You’re misunderstanding me. It’s not weird. It’s unforgettable.
Still later…
Him: I’d like to see you again.
Me: Oh!
Him: I told you. You’re unforgettable.
Me: Oh!
Him: So? Can I have your number?




You ARE unforgettable.
what a sweet story!
Hope you gave him your number;)
Love this! Did you give him your number? The color of kissed lips IS pretty unforgettable.
I LOVE the way you write xx
That would be a very leading line.
Ha! Loved how this played out :)
A sweet story indeed! Am anticipating the second half of it! ;)
Hah! They should make a lipstick that color! Too bad they can’t bottle the tingling feeling that comes with it though :) whose this guy by the way? a newbie?
Score!
and of course, talk about an unforgettable line. atleast the guy has the sense to see that :-)
Love, love, LOVE this.
He’s right, you know. Unforgettable.
Aww. Finally, a smart one!! ;)
You are unforgettable! What a lovely beginning.