Sunday, July 18

Make-Out Whore

kissing is totally one of the best things i've ever been able to do with my face.  way beyond that one eyebrow-raised thing.  i mean, i love expressions as much as the next guy.  but man, do i love to make out.
 
i've kissed 26 people.  none of them were before i was 16, which is important to point out.  i was a late bloomer, boyfriend-wise.  10 (TEN!)  were in the last year.  of course, i've been single for the past year (though i'm the first to admit, that didn't always stop me before).  made some dubious choices, that's for sure.  some of them were out of sheer desperation for a little facial intimacy.  terrible, terrible excuse, i know.  
 
so i just love to kiss.  i love having someone close.  not everyone is a good kisser, though, and i think it's the mystery behind it that really drives me to want to kiss loads of people (wait, i forgot a few.. damnit.. let me ammend my list here.. 28 people!). 
 
i've kissed people for ages, who didn't have any sort of feeling about them.. i could have had a more intimate time with a pillow.  on the other hand, i've exchanged a few pecks with people who, when i kissed them, felt like time stood still.  there are hints, little clues about which sort of person it'll be, but i'm not sure it can ever really be pre-determined.  that's part of the thrill.

1 comment:

B said...

Seriously, a kiss tells you a lot about a person. Someone who only pecks could be really detached friendship/relationship wise. Someone that slobbers totally...they could be something else. Nobody ever kisses the same way, and that is a great thing. Some of the most passionate kissing I've ever experienced was with someone that I would never have expected. Just goes to show you, you never know, I guess.