It’s a little ironic that I stumbled upon this post today.
Eric and I had a pretty long conversation last night; the kind that wanders and meanders and goes in circles, until you look at the clock and realise it is way past your bed time.
And one of the topics happened to be kissing and when and why and what it all means.
Now, I’m pretty liberal. I like kissing. I think it’s fun and kissing isn’t akin to marriage or anything, but it is pretty intimate. I’ve been of mixed opinion lately, because my past experience has been that once the kissing occurs, the flood gates are open and it’s pretty hard to keep the tide in.
My liberality does not mean that welcome unchatse occurances, but experience has borne that once the kissing occurs, guys think they have an all access pass, and given my weakness for all things carnal, I let them through the gate without hassling them about their security clearance.
So, it’s a bit refreshing to go on a number of dates with the same guy, but not have him so much as peck me on the cheek, never mind ram his tongue down my throat.
But it’s a little confusing, too, because it leads to thoughts like… is there something wrong with me? Am I not attractive? Am I reading the signs wrong? Is there broccoli in my teeth?
So, the conversation has to occur. And I try to find a nonchalant way to make it occur. Was it casual? I’d like to think I am justsoclever, but perhaps I am transparent.But I had to know. And now I know what type of guy he is and whether he is worth spending time with. As things get busier, time grows more precious, and the opportunity cost is higher.
I’m not sure that there is anything more attractive than a guy who wants to really get to know someone before even kissing them, because kissing is just that important and you don’t just kiss anyone.
That is so cute that I just want to kiss him…