The Man I Never Kissed

Tall and handsome, blonde hair, blue eyes-the total cliché combination. His name was Christian. We met in Panama and we climbed for a week together. Agility, muscles, brains and looks. He had them all. He was the type of guy that you can't help but stare at because he is so beautiful. The type of man that models for Oscar de la Renta. I know, I didn't believe it until he showed me his billboards rolled up in the closet. Till this day, I do not know why I did not kiss him. The physical attraction was reciprocal and we both wanted eachother but were both too shy to do anything about it. Sad story, I know. I want t kick myself everytime I remember that I did not have the guts to kiss him.