Did you know that July 6th was International Kissing Day?
Neither did I, and believe me, I am pro-kiss. Well not to the extent that I kiss everybody as a greeting, that just creeps me out. You're either on the kiss list or the non-kiss list but more on that later.
I can't really remember my first kiss, though it must have been Andy Meisler, and believe me, that boy had lips made for kissing, and dark thick curls...and he played guitar. It must have been at a school dance, it must have been while we were slow dancing to the long intro to "Freebird" or maybe Mike Nesmith's "Aimee" or something by Peter Frampton, I really couldn't say, the details are blurry but it was the beginning of a lifelong enjoyment of the art of kissing.
Andy was superseded by Mike, Billy, another Andy, Brad, John, Paul, George, Ringo (just kidding, my John played trombone and I stopped at at Paul, who didn't play guitar), Jeremy, Keith, Eric, another Mike, Scott, Chris, Tom, Mark, Thomas, Griff, Howie, Kurt, Sandy, Bob, Freddie, Rudy and eventually FOTI, who came out as the best kisser of all following my years of painstaking research in the field of osculation.
You might think such an extensive kissing resumé indicative of a degree of indiscriminate puckering, of a certain level of sluttiness, but really nothing could be further from the truth. I am a champion kiss ducker and master of the gracious pull-back. I don't kiss just anybody.
Empty gestures are one of my pet peeves. The kiss is such a loaded expression. The way I see it, a kiss could mean affection, desire or even a threat.
This is a problem in today's society when everybody seems to be kissing at the slightest acquaintence or excuse. Some people are introducing lip smackeroos including a bit of tongue, which I find rather off-putting to say the least. I'm apt to clock you one if I can't duck a kiss and there's tongue involved and you aren't FOTI. There are people of whom I am extremely fond. These are kiss-listers. Then there are others. I like you all, I really do, but kisses are special, let's go with the South American style "braza" instead and see how that works out for us.
Where do you all stand on kissing as a social greeting?
Who remembers their first kiss?
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at the slightest acquaintence or excuse.
Some people are introducing
lip smackeroos including
a bit of tongue..." !
Good heavens, here in New England of the good old USA,
we maintain the proper social distance of 3 or 4 feet,
just like our anti-osculation Puritan forefathers
and mothers did ...
In fact, the girl had to nearly jump me to get the first kiss
out of my shy dry lips. I did well, though.
Now, my first kiss, there was no way it could not happen because we had stared holes through each other's heads for a couple of years in school and in sports. Patrick ( name changed to keep all those other high school girls who probably STILL want to kiss him, off of his mouth) was extraordinarily reserved, but he lost it only once, on our school camping trip when we lay next to each other in our Sears sleeping bags in the lean-to with all all our classmates lined up next to us, like pupae. No hands, no movement, no noise, just the hungriest, wettest, most swollen kiss. It still makes me hot all over thinking about it. hee hee. thanks for the reminder.
Wild horses couldn't drag anything more out of me.....
;-)
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Once in a great while, I'll kiss another man on the cheek to piss him off -- when doing so, I claim to be Russian. I once kissed another man full on the lips when I grew weary of his incessant macho bravado -- nothing like a wet one from another guy to deflate that sort of nonsense -- if you escape with your life.
As for the fairer sex, in the course of my long life, I've been deemed both a frog and a prince, by the recipient of my osculation. These days most of my kisses are of the brotherly type, a peck on the top of the head seems innocent enough to me, tho some of the recipients may find it demeaning or lecherous that was certainly not my intent.