And you, so beautifully drunk, awaiting our first kiss....

I felt a rush of disappointed, but I knew you were having a good time drinking and getting silly with your friends. It was your birthday, so why shouldn't you get sloppy drunk if you so desired. Now here you were sitting across from me, your beautiful blonde hair slung down across your face, right in your eyes. You made faces as you attempted to blow each strand out of your field of vision. I couldn't help but laugh as you held your glass out before you demanding it to be filled like as if you were a Royal Princess. And really, you were a royal princess. For tonight you were my princess. Yes, there you were, so beautifully drunk awaiting our first kiss.....

Ay, there's the rub, as Shakespeare said because I could not kiss you. Oh, I wanted to, believe me! But the moment you became drunk, the moment your ability to clearly decide, to agree, to said kiss occurred, then anything physical with me was taken off the table. You slowly leaned in, and I pulled away, turning my head away from you which took all the strength that I had.

The change happened in slow motion, your facial expression completely changed from carefree birthday girl to upset girlfriend. You looked at me like I had stabbed you through the heart. How could I explain why I wouldn't hold you and kiss you and do the things we'd been talking about doing since our first date. Right now, you weren't likely to understand anyway, being so very intoxicated as you are.

I worried about tomorrow and how you may think I didn't want you, that you might question your worthiness or maybe even imagine there is another when there is only room in my heart for you, my beautiful princess. I could tell you how wrong it would be for me to make my “move” on you, (the woman I have wanted since the day we meet in that writer's group) and how I cannot because if you are drunk then you are unable to give me consent to even lightly touch my lips against yours. I could quote statistics to you about the 4 out of 10 college girls that are raped while attending parties on campus. Or I could tell you the whole story of why it matters, why it's so very personal to me to take this stand.

You look at me and say, “Kiss me now, servant girl! Your Royal Highness commands it!” I smile slyly and say, “Your Royal Highness is drunk and trying to take advantage of me!” You get quiet and said, “NO! I would never do that!” For a moment I wonder if you had ever been nah, I think as I smile at you with what I knew was love in my eyes and replied, “So we're on the same page, good.” I tucked you in that night like a sister would yet looking forward to a future date with you …so beautifully sober, awaiting our first kiss... The end.

**This is the first ever “not a poem” that I've written.. Please be kind. lol