Kissing is weird to talk about yet since as long as I can remember (approximately 7th grade) it’s been a prime discussion topic among my girlfriends and I. It’s one of those topics that is almost taboo but not quite. Kissing isn’t scandalous or devious yet it can feel uncomfortable to discuss since it can mean different things to different people. The same small act can carry both so much and so little meaning which leaves me wondering what it all means? For some people kissing is a big deal, a kiss is a symbol, an indication that the relationship is special, sacred, serious. Still to others a kiss is relatively commonplace,kisses are given away freely, it’s only a kiss after all so why does it matter who we go around locking lips with?! And then there are most people (myself included) who fall somewhere in the middle. Have I had special butterfly inducing kisses? Yes. Have I had empty practically meaningless kisses. Also yes. There have been first kisses that have made me so nervous I actually had baby panic attacks prior (usually aiding the awkwardness of the situation). There have also been kisses that have been so incredibly devoid of feelings that I wouldn’t have bothered to brush my teeth prior if I wasn’t already in the habit of doing so before a date. Let’s not even get into the times when kissing means one thing to one party and another thing to another…that can get really emotional really really fast (as a self proclaimed drama queen I would know).
I am sort of obsessed with kissing as of late. Not in the same way I was in junior high when I first discovered the art of making out and pretty much declared myself the president of the makeout club (#braces) but in the sense that kissing fascinates me. I’ve started to realize I place a lot of value in kissing. I care about kissing. I want to be with someone who likes to kiss me for the sake of kissing me and not simply as a means to an end (and I think you know what I mean). Oh and I want to like kissing him as well! Kissing can be complicated though! Kiss me on a first date and I am weary of your intentions, don’t kiss me by the second or third date and I’m wondering what is so off putting about me (maybe I should limit myself to two coffees a day…). I want a kiss to give me fireworks but I don’t expect that every kiss should make me feel as if I’m leaving planet earth for the duration. Slobber all over my face, and buh-bye. Have a mouth that feels like the Sahara desert…thanks but no thanks. I know I seem loco in la cabeza but I promise I’ve never pushed someone away for kissing less than perfectly (come on I have manners) but I have ditched a guy who continued to BITE my face (not even always the lip region) throughout the duration of the evening. Everyone has different kissing styles and I get that but just as I would never date a guy who constantly wore sports jerseys and army pants (no judgement just not my type), I could never date a guy who found it appropriate to leak Niagara falls down my face before walking me to my car. You say shallow, I say selective.
Kisses even from the same person can be so different! A good morning kiss on the forehead versus a passionate kiss in the rain (although let’s be clear as a native Seattleite I think kissing in the rain is WAY overrated) versus a kiss right after saying “I do”…they’re all a little different, no? Thus the significance of a kiss changes depending on who we are kissing and when we are kissing them even evolving over time until suddenly that guy you kissed on a drunken night out is suddenly the guy you’re kissing on sunday morning while sipping coffee and giggling in bed. Eek it certainly becomes complicated quickly doesn’t it?!
Speaking of kissing (which in case you haven’t noticed, we are) apparently it was “National Lipstick Day” recently? It seems bizarre to me that a cosmetic has it’s own holiday…like…why? Yet I do feel compelled to share a few of my favorite hues (I’m a pink girl all the way). One of my new year’s resolutions was to wear more lipstick (and paint my nails more often) which shows you where my priorities lie in life.
Do you have any awkward kissing stories (please share)? What was your first kiss like? Did you also think making out was like totally the coolest thing since B-Spears and Abercrombie in junior high (or was that just awkwardly me)?
One thing is for certain, it is quite lovely when you find someone you enjoy kissing & that’s my awkward borderline inappropriate rant for today.