Dani: I want you to be the first boy I ever kiss.
Court Foster: I thought you’d been kissed “so many times.”
[Long, awkward pause, then Court leans over and they kiss]
Court Foster: How was that?
Riding along with Country Man in the winrower brings me back to a time and film when I first learned I maybe did want to fall in love. I was almost eleven, so I figured I had a little time to go before I experienced the level of love as explained by the young girl, Dani, in the movie
The Man in the Moon:
Dani: Did’ja ever like somebody so much… that it almost made’ja sick?
As a ten year-old convicted daydreamer, I imagined when and if I were to fall in love, he would most likely be a basketball player, much like the #23 Bulls shooting guard that adorned my room in posters and fan club letters.
I didn’t consider a football player with a farmer’s tan.
Not until a friend brought me back to her small hometown, where everyone made whips on main street and I all wanted to to do was duck and cover… we sure didn’t do that where I came from.
Not until I saw him across the floor at the wedding dance of a couple I didn’t know, in his Levi jeans and weekend red shirt.
Not until he casually sauntered over toward me with eyes sparkling, Budweiser in hand and asked me to dance.
Not until a few months later at a party in an old abandoned barn, on the second story, when he walked in and my stomach turned to knots, a sickening ache overwhelming my heart. My sister took one look at me and knew I was done for.
Dani: I’m afraid nothing’s ever gonna make sense again.
Maureen Trant: Maybe life’s not supposed to make sense, Danielle.
Dani: Doesn’t that scare you?
Maureen Trant: Yes.
Some things just don’t make sense. Like how two people can be experiencing the first-ever feelings of romantic love, yet fight like fools the next minute. I suppose that’s what happens when a big town nineteen year-old girl meets a head strong twenty year-old country boy.
Court Foster: You know you don’t have to come along.
Dani: Are you sure you can find your way, it’s an awful big town.
Court Foster: Are you always in the habit of going where you’re not wanted or is this a new thing with you?
Dani: Are you always this nice to people you just met or are you practicin’ up to be a horse’s butt?
First love is confusing. It’s hard. It’s simple. It’s passionate. It’s irritating. It’s heartbreaking. It’s complex. It hurts. But it’s beautiful.
And if you’re tempted to forget that last part, perhaps it’s time for a trip down memory lane…