Kisser Orange
The original colour of my 69 Camaro was called “Hugger
Orange” but like a few things on the car, the cam, the carburetor, the manual transmission
and the rear end where not original. I bought it from my cousin and he also
repainted it… it had a little more red in it than the original colour. It was
most likely the fastest car in my city at the time, though I did lose a couple
of times off the start line nothing could touch at 45 mph and up. I had it more
balanced as a European car, made for corners, than the usual drag car with big
back tires and small front with no control.
I taught my first girlfriend how to drive in it… she taught me how to
kiss. Or at least she was the first girl I kissed. She was a few years younger
than me and I took her to graduation. I was very nervous in the parking lot attempting
new first inexperienced kiss with someone more experienced than I. So we kissed…
and kissed… and finally after about 20 minutes she stopped and said “oh my God!”.
And I thought I was doing something horribly wrong even though I thought it
felt so good. Instead she told me she was worried at first because I had never
kissed anyone before but I was the best kisser ever! I was only doing what she
did. I have always been a natural and have a love of kissing that continues to
today.
So we spent a lot of time in that car learning to drive and
kissing. We had a great friendship, she dated other people, because she was
young she said, but we always ended up together. That is until she lied to me
and slept with a close friend. Which was funny because we weren’t sleeping together,
but not funny because they both lied to me for a few weeks until I found her
necklace behind the cushions of his couch.
We had an agreement to always be friends and to meet each September.
We had done that for a few years. Then next September she called to meet but I
wouldn’t do it. Friends never lie I told her. She had dated other friends and
people before and that was fine… but she never lied until that time.
Years later she came to see me when she was getting married.
We had a great conversation and I was able to forgive her… the guy, from seeing
what he has turned into, was never worth forgiving.
Last year she called me again. She was restoring a 69 Camaro
and wanted to know the paint colour of my car was.
“Kisser Orange” I told her. She called back and said the
closest factory colour she could find was called “Hugger Orange”.
So I teased her about the “kisser” colour and made her
promise to pick me up and take me for a drive.
… you never know how you affect people…
