Movies make for good memories. An understatement really. Most of my memories are movies. Hell, most of my life has been the movies! But this isn't about those movies. This is about the one that didn't quite make it.

It was 1992. The movie was The Prince of Tides. It was pretty new, nominated at the Oscars (probably even won a couple, am too lazy to check now), it was a must see. Barbara Streisand directing herself and Nick Nolte in this intense and passionate drama.
We had it on a VHS tape and even though the latest print then would be unwatchable today, we thought we were the cats whiskers for getting our hands on such a new movie! So with VHS tape stuck into the VCR all we had to do was sit back and watch...

But I didn't quite watch the movie. I may have listened to a few words here and there, caught a few snatches of the flickering images even. But my mind was somewhere else, my heart was somewhere else, my throat was dry and my ears on fire. This was going to be it!

When you're 18 and madly in love with someone you thought didn't even notice you and then suddenly one night you realise that they do. Notice you, and how! You think this is it! This is what life is all about and all that remains now is that legendary first kiss, sparks flying, guitars screaming, blood rushing, hearts thumping, lips locking... So even though there is another person in the room who is looking intently at the TV screen but could just as well have had eyes at the back of their head, you are ready to experience the rock song of a lifetime.

Until of course someone else enters the room and screams for lights to be turned out, TV and VCR switched off, and people to return to their respective rooms! And that was the abrupt end of The Prince of Tides and my long awaited first kiss with the man of my (then) dreams.
Fifteen years on, I haven't completed either. Watching the movie or kissing that guy!

P.S. New Cloud Cut.