My first kiss on new years eve at midnight was a little less romantic, a little less picturesque, a little less... typical.
Let me set the scene for you.
So me and my boyfriend of 7 months went to a local pub called 'The Duke of St. Albans', or to the locals, 'The Duke'. Just so you know this isn't one of those typical, nice english pubs. One of those places you'd take your family for a nice sit down meal and a glass of mulled wine near christmas. This is one of those pubs where you feel uncomfortable making eye contact with anyone. One of those pubs where you feel like you can't express yourself fully without offending someone and walking away with a black eye and a busted lip. One of those pubs where if you aren't a local, you aren't welcome. Okay, so 'The Duke' is in a place called Top Valley, don't let the name fool you. Top Valley is one of the roughest places you can live in my city and wouldn't be my first choice for a night out. Top Valley is where my boyfriend lives and even though the area is rough when i'm with him there, I feel safe. Hell, I feel safe wherever I am with him. Anyway, it was getting closer and closer to midnight and i'm waiting for the clock to strike twelve, i'm sat with my boyfriends dad and brother, sipping a pint of lager while he is off talking to some of the usuals that frequent The Duke, when he appears out of the crowd and says "meet me outside". So I throw on my oversized coat and head outside, mumbling to his brother and dad that i'm going for a cigarette. I made my way through the crowd of dancing drunk locals and out the double wooden doors and spark up a marlboro light. As i'm stood there alone I have a minute to think about what is about to happen, and the fact that in about 5 minutes it is going to be the year 2011. I got about half way down my cigarette when I hear the door open behind me, so I spun on my heel to see who it is and there's my boyfriend stood looking at me. He grabbed my arm and motioned towards the car park. We both walked down the side of the pub in the dark, past a broken wooden gate surrounded by barbed wire and in between badly parked cars. We rounded the corner and looked each other dead in the eyes.
Quietly he whispered, "it's officially twelve o'clock" and puts his arms around me and kissed me.
This is where the fireworks start and I go weak at the knees right? Not so much.
So there we are, in the depths of Top Valley, behind the roughest pub i've ever been to, at midnight making out. We kissed for a good thirty seconds until he pulled away and says "was that okay for you?" Looking into my eyes I could tell he knew it wasn't the most romantic way we could have shared a new years kiss but for some reason. It was okay for me. It was what I wanted. Sure, I was expecting all the romance that the pop songs and movies make kisses out to be, sure I had cigarette breath and I was cold, but because it was him, because it was me, because it was my first new years kiss. It was perfect.
We swiftly headed back inside where me started wishing each other a happy new year and having some more drinks when we all decided to go out for another cigarette. This is where the romance of it all goes down hill. A fight breaks out, between people in my boyfriends family and some other people from the pub. So i'm standing there, watching in awe as people argue and shove each other around, holding each other back from starting a brawl and I just looked around, looked at the fireworks going off in the distance and the chinese sky lanterns floating over head and just fell into my thoughts.
It wasn't the most romantic way I could of spent my new year, but I was with my boyfriend, who I love dearly, i'd had a good night and I got to go home with him and fall asleep in his arms. So all in all in its own way. It was the perfect, first, new years kiss.
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