August 12, 2003
did you ever?
Did you ever really feel you skin tingle? You know, that really GOOD feeling of total excitement that you get sometimes when you're doing something totally new?
I did the first time I French-kissed a girl.
I felt it many a time on the football field. I felt it often on stage when the music was just right and the crowd was rocking. I felt it when I married my ex-wife. I definitely felt it when my son was born.
I wonder if I'll ever feel like that again. Not much is new to me anymore. That's a shame, but that's the way it is.
I'll always miss that tingle.
The day Q gets his first car? Your kiddos' weddings/unions perhaps? Or how about all those firsts you get to enjoy all over again through your grandchildren?
Many, many more tingles to come.
Don't worry, even an old Coot like you will feel that tingle again. Someday, it will hit you when you least expect it, and that will make it even sweeter, trust me, it will happen.
Yeh -- grandkids, A-man. That'll tingle you all right.
Jump out of a perfectly good airplane. The first time is better than sex.
Ok how come I think about that airplane movie with the line ..
"Billy, have you ever seen a grown man naked?"
Ooh, Julian. You just gave me a tingle!
Sure, the first kiss ever, but a first kiss with anyone still brings that tingle.
The first time I ever heard a CH-46 coming in. I still get it now.
I second Mr Lion's recommendation. I did it a couple of days ago. What a rush...
Jumping out of perfectly good airplanes is very foolish, Mr L & Jack. Put another way, why practice something you have to do right the first time?
Above was about the foolish practice of jumping out of perfectly good airplanes.
Grandbabies are neat.
I get that tingle when a witty, intellegent, and quick man bests me in conversation and does it decisively. It doesn't happen often, and when it does I get that little "ice on the back of the neck" feeling that runs like low voltage down my back and settles in my "nether regions."
I always was a sucker for brains and a great sense of humor. Who cares about a few wrinkles or silver in the hair when a man can make me laugh? Not me, especially when it gives me that little "catch" or shiver.
Morality by consensus is frequently morality by convenience.